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My head was bobbing even faster now in my quest to make my husband cum in my mouth… he did and it was plentiful and lumpy, suggesting he hadn’t had any release for a while.
Percy Jr was trembling against the wall as I wiped my mouth, then I stood up to take my knickers off.
“Amanda… what’s got into you?” he moaned as he stroked his shrinking cock, “someone might see.” He looked towards the French windows where the curtains were still open.
“Let’s go in the bedroom then …. So you can fuck me.” “I’ve never seen you like this before.” He griped.
I knew my eyes were sparkling and my nose flaring as my chest heaved in anticipation of the first fuck of our new lives.
Seconds later I was lying spreadeagled on the bed waiting for my husband to get on top and at the very least, to do his marital duties, but I was disappointed.
He stood there tugging at his shrunken cock … but nothing! “Do you want me to suck you again?” I teased, but being only too willing to suck it back to life.
“I don’t think so … no … I’m finished … sorry.” He looked at me with what looked like tears in his eyes. I knew it was no good trying to push him into doing something he couldn’t, so smiled weakly as I got off the bed and went into the bathroom, where I pressed my back to the door and silently frigged myself to a muted orgasm, biting my lip as I slid two fingers into my sloppy fanny at the end.
I washed up, had a pee then returned to the bedroom where Percy Jr was already under the covers guiltily pretending to be asleep.
The next morning, I quickly made him hard with my hand and before he could stop me, straddled him, guiding his cock into my fanny with my hand, then slowly sprung up and down, making my tits bounce for his pleasure; much to my husband’s consternation as he still didn’t understand my oversexed behaviour. He occasionally hinted that he’d like to know where I’d learnt these things, but never actually forced the issue … content in the knowledge that I’d had a much older lover before I met him.
As he was still half asleep, he lasted 5 minutes or so before cumming inside me; then I lay flat on him grinding myself against his crotch (like his father had taught me) until I too had a much more enjoyable orgasm than the previous night.
Senior had once told me that it was uncomfortable when I did this; but a good-uncomfortable! Junior didn’t seem to agree, screwing his face in frustration as I ground my hips in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
As I lay next to him, he announced that he had arranged to play golf later that morning, then we could go back to the Wardroom (Officers Mess) for a bite to eat.
I spent the morning getting used to my surroundings, then walking to the shop for a pint of milk, where I met one of the wives, Pauline from the previous day.
“Are you okay?” She asked, stroking my arm, sensing something was wrong. I didn’t quite pour my heart out but complained about Junior playing golf when I thought he should be with his new wife.
Pauline grimaced, “You will have to get used to that. If they aren’t at work, they will be propping up the bar or playing golf …. Then of course, soon he’ll be away for months at a time on ship … so you’re going to have to get used to it luv.”
I must have looked even more distressed as she stroked my arm again, looked around, winked and whispered, “Don’t worry too much, we have a secret ladies club that … let’s just say alleviates the boredom for the wives on base.”
I was baffled at her comment when I returned home, then began sobbing as I sat on the veranda with a cup of tea and a cigarette.
Just as I lit a second cigarette, I heard a knock on the door. It was a very austere looking woman, my mother’s age who introduced herself as Mrs Hatty-Jacques, the Rear Admiral’s wife. I courteously invited her in and before I could even offer her a cup of tea she began listing all the things expected of me as an Officer’s wife …they involved adhering to strict cultural and dress codes. For instance, wearing bikinis or overly scanty bathing costumes in the streets of Malta and that included the base, was a punishable offense, requiring personnel and their families to cover up appropriately outside of the beach. Drinking was accepted in moderation, several parts of town were out of bounds, and I should always put my husband’s needs and those of the naval base first.
With a haughty sniff and a condescending look, she turned and left.
What had I let myself in for?
Just as Pauline forecasted; the next month or so was boring beyond belief, with Percy Junior working 8-4, then going to the Wardroom for a couple of hours, then expecting his ‘dinner on the table’ on his return.
Sex was soon reduced to Friday or Saturday nights on our return from the Wardroom, where he seemed to take great delight in ‘showing me off’ to his colleagues and their wives, especially if I was wearing a blouse or dress that emphasized my bust. Even though he was a handsome man, Percy Junior was incredibly shy; probably from living in the shadow of his extrovert, Alpha Male father, so perhaps having me on his arm ‘made him a better man’ in the eyes of his colleagues, but some of the actual looks I got on these nights told me some of his co-workers may not let my wedding ring stand in their way should the opportunity arise.
I tried to be a ‘good housewife’; I really did but the long boring days were getting to me; and when Percy Jr. told me he was being deployed on some kind of ‘secret mission’ that would last three months, I broke down in front of him and cried at the prospect of being totally alone in our bungalow.
I had made some friends among the wives; especially Pauline who was the central character in a group of ten or so wives on the base. She seemed to be the life and soul of nights in the Wardroom and alongside her husband, a Lieutenant-Commander held monthly parties in their home to which we were invited only once, on the Friday before the ‘secret mission’.
The party, which had twice as many men as women in attendance, was probably the most fun I’d had since arriving, as Junior kept getting side-tracked into conversations in the kitchen or patio, so three or four officers took the opportunity to dance with me in the living room; and as the drink took hold, some got a bit too ‘feely touchy’ as they pulled me into tight clinches squashing my boobs against their chests or ‘accidentally’ stroking my bum in the more romantic dances.
At one stage as I walked into the kitchen for a smoke and a new drink, a flushed looking woman called Sheila nearly bumped into me as she returned from the garden, straightening her dress and ‘fluffing’ her hair only to be followed by a grinning Petty Officer called Mike. “Oh!” I gasped as the penny dropped, realising she was married and Mike wasn’t her husband, “Oh!” indeed.
Towards midnight, after seeing another couple of women with wedding rings sneak outside with unmarried men, Pauline took me to one side and whispered, “I told you we weren’t all as fuddy-duddy as ‘Iron Knickers’ Hatty-Jacques and her bloody rules.
I couldn’t help but look shocked and confused.
Over breakfast Percy seemed distracted, before taking my hand. “This is ... is going to be … oh bloody hell … look Amanda, I…I.. know you … like sex a lot more than I do, and for that I’m truly sorry, I wish I wasn’t like this. I’m going to be away for a long time and … well, I think you’ll quickly become … frustrated.”
He took a gulp of tea before continuing, “As you saw last night there’s a bit of a party scene on the base… mostly around Bob and Pauline’s house … and …well … some of their friends … their male friends … see it as some kind of duty … to service … well, have sex with the wives of men like me at sea,”
He finally looked at me with tears in his eyes.
“Even last night, when I was there with you, I saw two or three setting their stall out ready for me leaving today.” I knew I’d danced closely with a couple of men, and one had certainly grabbed my arse, but I hadn’t realised that was what they may have been doing.
“So …. I think you’ll struggle to … keep your knickers up with so many wanting to have their way with you.”
“But … but…” I stammered. “No … seriously … I will fully understand if you fall for their tricks … you deserve it…. as I suppose I feel I’m a disappointment in bed.”
I tried to butt in but he held his hand up to stop me. “If… and I think you will ‘drop your knickers’ please be discrete and make them wear a rubber.”
I was staggered at his candour and the fact that while not actually being ‘okay’ with me ‘playing around’ he was philosophical.
“Maybe you can even tell me about it in your letters.” He tearfully smiled.
Percy Jr checked his watch, kissed me on the cheek then picked up his bags and left for a three month trip at sea, apparently giving me carte blanche to fulfil my sexual desires in his absence.
About an hour later I was just coming out of the base shop when I bumped into Sheila from the party.
“Hi Amanda.” She smiled, while stroking my bare arm. “Did you have fun on Saturday night … I know I did.” She saucily winked then ‘fluffed her hair’ again, “Nigel’s been away for 5 weeks and can’t go without for too long, if you know what I mean.”
I embarrassedly smiled as I remembered her ‘glazed look’ when she entered the kitchen.
“If I’m correct your husband is going on a long haul, isn’t he? Something like a couple of months?”
“Three months, starting today.” I coughed, choking back tears.
“Oh my dear, don’t worry … we’ll look after you, let’s go for a coffee.” There was a street in the harbour with cafes and bars that I’d been told were ‘safe’ to visit, but to avoid Strait Street aka ‘The Gut’ which was apparently like the Wild West!
We soon found a nice café and sat outside in the shade. Sheila ordered coffees and cakes then offered me a cigarette. We chatted for about twenty minutes when another officers wife; Linda turned up. Like Sheila she was older than me, late twenties and quite busty which she didn’t seem shy in showing off.
I told them a bit about my life, although not everything … describing Percy Sr as a ‘lovable rogue’ who introduced me to his son. Both women agreed that Percy Junior was a handsome addition to the Wardroom and joked about what his lovemaking abilities must be like; I rolled my eyes and gasped “I wish!”
They dug a bit deeper but stopped when I got tearful. Just at that moment a sports car pulled up in front of the café; “ladies!” a swarthy looking naval officer shouted, “we are going to The Cove … fancy joining us?”
My friends looked at each other, grinned and shouted back, “Yes of course!”
“We will meet you outside the base in half an hour … I’ll tell Terry, he can bring his car too.”
I had no say in the matter as Sheila and Linda giggled behind hands covering their mouths. “You have got a swimsuit, don’t you?” Linda asked as we left the café. “Yes; a full suit and a bikini.” I spluttered. “Great … the bikini wins.” Linda chuckled, “not that it will matter with Terry around” Sheila snickered.
Twenty minutes later they arrived at my door to find me having second thoughts. Even though Percy Junior had told me that other men on the base would try to seduce me and he thought I might be all too willing, I wasn’t so sure I could be ‘that type of girl.’
Sheila wouldn’t take ‘no for an answer’ and I was soon pulling on a Summer dress over my bikini and we made our way to the base entrance were the sports car and a larger saloon were waiting. The same two men were in the two seater and another two in the larger car. Sheila made Linda get in the two seater, sitting on the passengers’ knee and I got in the front of the other car with Sheila in the back alongside a big bruiser of a man.
After being introduced to the driver, Lieutenants John Coe driving and Dave Mathewson in the back, who noisily snogged my married friend as the cars raced along the coast.
Eventually John drove down a bumpy road and parked up overlooking a beautiful cove. Everyone, including me were giddy with excitement as we clambered down the rocks. On the beach we laid out our towels and the men produced a hamper full of beer and snacks.
Sheila and Linda sexily pulled their dresses off, revealing they too were wearing bikinis much to the men’s delight, but not surprise.
I stood nervously by and didn’t know how to respond when the sizable Dave laughingly grunted, “Come on girl, let the dog see the rabbit.” Then grabbed the hem of my dress and lifted it up, uncovering my bikini bottoms. “Wahay!” someone laughed, and as I tried to stop him another man lifted the dress from the back and before I knew it my dress was on the sand.
Although my new friends were all very complimentary, I was still very nervous about being in a bikini in front of virtual strangers.
I was handed a bottle of beer and momentarily stopped being the centre of attention, so eventually relaxed.
There was much laughter and flirting, especially with Terry and Dave wanting Sheila to go topless; but she resisted, slapping their hands away but still allowing some to grope her large breasts.
After a third bottle of beer and some snacks it was decided we’d go into the sea to ‘cool off’.
I was hesitant, but with the others already in the water, splashing each other and cajoling me into joining them, I ran towards them, fully aware my boobs were bouncing up and down with every step, much to the men’s amusement.
Once alongside them, Dave and John began splashing me, eliciting squeals and shrieks of delight and shock.
Someone produced a football and a lopsided game of men v women volleyball began, with the men launching themselves at us when we caught the ball, pulling us under water and swimming between our legs.
After a few minutes Linda was pulled under water and when she eventually stood up, spitting water it was obvious she was no longer wearing her bikini top … then Ginger Paul waved it above his head like a flag of war.
Sheila was then grabbed and her bra swiftly despatched into the surf. Three men impishly surrounded me, lurching forward and stopping when I screamed, covering my chest and warning them off, until someone came up behind me and pulled my pants down to my knees in one swift movement, making me scream with shock. As I twisted to stop him and grab my pants, I was grabbed from behind by a big pair of hands that grabbed my tits and pulled me backwards until I was dipped under water where someone pulled my bra off and another heaved my pants off altogether, leaving me naked … and very excited.
There was a few seconds pause when my two piece was thrown around and eventually onto the beach, Ginger Paul and the swarthy Maurice then launched themselves at Linda and Sheila, upending them into the sea and with very little defensive movements pulled their pants off too.
There was much laughter as Sheila decided the men should lose their trunks too … obviously they made no attempt to stop my friends disrobing them as I realised Big Dave was beside of me with his hands on his hips; daring me to do the same to him.
“Do it! Do it!” the others chanted, so I uncertainly stepped through the waist deep water towards him. “Do it! Do it!” they continued.
Big Dave who towered above me, cupped my tits as I delicately slid my fingers into the elasticated waistband. As he jiggled my tits I pulled his trunks down in one fluid movement.
“Shit the bed!” I gasped as his cock sprang came into view. Even allowing for the cold temperature of the sea, it was huge; probably twice as big as Percy Senior’s as it dangled between his thighs.
“All the way off.” He chuckled, I took a deep breath and squatted as he moved his legs, making his cock swing from side to side while I removed his trunks.
Temptation got the better of me, so still squatting I automatically took it in my hand and stroked it as if examining it. Dave made it twitch which shocked me and I fell backwards, getting a mouthful of seawater.
Dave and Maurice pulled me up and began groping my tits and arse as they did so, making me giggle and gasp, but doing nothing to stop them. Dave’s cock had swollen even longer and thicker as I tugged on it and Maurice’s behind me already felt fully erect as it rubbed against my buttocks.
With my mind spinning I looked past the big man to see my two married friends fully embraced with the other two men, kissing passionately and apparently fondling their cocks as they got fingered.
The two with me changed places, with Maurice now in front of me trying to kiss me as he played with my sensitive tits and nipples, while Dave felt my arse cheeks, pulling them apart until he could get his big cock between them rubbing it along my slit, which made my heart race and the butterflies in my tummy fly like eagles.
Back on the beach, all three of us were hauled down onto the blankets and in my case I was pulled onto my side so Big Dave could lay in front of me with Maurice behind, kissing my neck and playing with my tits and arse. I was soon squirming with anticipation, running my hand down Dave’s hairy stomach until I found his cock, which felt even thicker than before as I stroked it and pulled the foreskin back to rub his knob with my thumb. His tongue was now deep in my mouth as their tit fondling became rougher while my grip became firmer and faster.
With me otherwise occupied Maurice took advantage by sliding his foot between my knees and easing my legs away from each other before pulling my arse cheeks apart and sliding his cock between them, gliding it along my slit like Dave had done earlier. I was so excited I automatically pushed back so the tip of his cock entered the folds of my fanny.
“Yes!” Maurice gulped, “It’s in!” I pushed back as he pressed forward and soon his cock was fully inside my married teenage vagina! My husband was barely out of harbour, and I was naked on a beach with two men I’d only met a couple of hours before and one was fucking me and the other was manoeuvring to put his massive cock between my tits.
I helped them by moving position, rolling half onto my stomach and squashing my mounds around Dave’s throbbing hard-on and allowing Maurice an angle to fuck me even harder.
It felt amazing having a strange cock inside me and as he pumped away squeezing my arse cheeks, I moved my top leg so my foot was on my knee and he had freer access … which he took advantage of by pumping even harder.
I was now in ecstasy as Dave’s cock slid between my tits … at one stage all three of us lost our rhythm and the big man’s cock fell away from my boobs. I grabbed it and without a second thought pulled it to my mouth and began sucking and licking his fat knob.
“Fucking Hell!” Dave roared, “she’s fucking sucking my cock!” “Let me see.” Maurice garbled, slowing down his fucking and moving my shoulder to get a view. “Shit! She is! I want some of that too.”
“What?” “Bloody hell … she is!” I heard my female friends yell from close by.
Now with an audience I began ‘showing off’ wiggling my hips and pushing back onto Maurice’s cock, and salivating over Dave’s ‘monster’, alternating between sucking and wanking it then rubbing it with my tits as my wedding and engagement rings sparkled in the sunshine.
“Jesus!” I heard Sheila gasp, “she’s wild … I’ve never seen anything like it … she’s so young … yet so bloody horny!”
“I know … I thought I liked cock, but she’s in a whole different league.” Laughed Linda.
“Have you ever done that … you know … with your mouth?” Linda asked. “No … never.” Sheila replied.
“How about you try now?” I heard Ginger Paul chuckle. I was so engrossed in sucking Dave while the swarthy Maurice slowly fucked me from behind, I couldn’t look to see who he was talking too, but moments later I heard him groaning, “Oh yes … fuck that’s good …. Do that thing with your tongue again.”
“Are you going to give it ago?” John asked my other friend and I heard Sheila reply, “Yes please!” She laughed, followed by John groaning and sighing.
Dave was fucking my mouth so hard I knew he was on the final straight. Even though I really wanted to feel it inside my fanny, we were both so excited I frantically filled my mouth and sucked like crazy while my hand was a blur wanking the long thick shaft.
Maurice too was on his final strokes, fucking me like a rabid terrier.
“Ugh … ugh … oh shit! What do I do?” Big Dave grunted and while my first thoughts were to let him cum in my mouth, but I had the sense to move my shoulders and let it fall out of mouth to spray his seed onto my tits. As he rolled onto his back, squeezing the dregs out of his pee-hole, Maurice pushed me forward onto my chest and with my hips raised he pounded my fanny until he grunted like a pig as he wildly pulled his cock spraying his junk onto my arse and lower back.
“Bloody Hell, that was some show.” Linda laughed as I flopped onto my tummy, gasping for air.
“What a girl.” Sheila replied. “Percy is one lucky man having a wife like that.” John laughed and someone agreed. “I always thought he was a shy one,” Ginger Paul snickered, “but he must be a right sex maniac with a young wife like this!” If only they knew the truth!
Suddenly embarrassed I knelt up, covering my front with the towel, which I used to clean both men’s sticky stuff off me.
Sheila helped, and when it was all cleaned up hugged me, which was as weird as anything else that afternoon because it meant our breasts rubbed together, “I think I can comfortably say you’re one of us and part of our little group.”
Still naked, we all lounged around drinking more beer for an hour or so, occasionally kissing with the men fondling our tits and we did the same to their cocks.
Big Dave’s was the first to come back to life courtesy Linda’s ministrations with her hands and newfound oral skills, but once hard he made a beeline for me. Without a word he lay beside me, grabbed my perky tits, kissed then awkwardly then lay on top of me, his massive boner pushing between my thighs.
“Come on girl, open wide … you know you want it.” He gruffly whispered. I waited a few seconds then spread my legs as wide as possible then pushed my hips upwards. His cock suddenly felt ‘too big’ as the first few inches found my slit then stretched my opening making me gasp and moan, “too big … it’s too big!”
“Just relax kid, just relax.” He breathlessly cackled, then slowly eased a few inches into my young fanny, then pulled back, repeating this four or five times until I’d acclimatised to his length and girth and it all went in comfortably. “Aaaaggh!” I shrieked, then followed that with a series of loud guttural noises as the big man took his weight on his forearms while his hips used his cock like a battering ram expanding my once tight newly married fanny in every direction!
Somehow, I wrapped my legs around his waist making his cock feel even bigger as my fanny muscles automatically clenched around his shaft! All I could think, was Percy Senior would have loved watching me getting fucked like this.
My mouth was hanging open as I tried to remember to breathe as Big Dave began grunting, “Take it … take it all. Do you like that? Do you? Do you like Dave’s big cock?”
“Yes … yes… it’s fucking amazing!” I panted, then heard Linda giggle, “did you hear what she just said?” “I know,” Shela replied, “she looks so innocent too … yet look at her now … and what a potty mouth!”
“Fuck me … fuck me harder! So deep … it’s so fucking big!” I continued, but could feel my vagina beginning to dry up, making Dave’s ‘power fuck’ uncomfortable, but I desperately wanted him to cum inside me.
“Ohhhhh …. Yessss.” He mumbled, “oh yes…. I’m sorry … I’m sorry!” then with one mighty thrust he let out an almighty hiss, and I felt my fanny fill up with lots of his warm spunk. Dave squeezed a couple of more squirts into me then collapsed on top, squashing me.
He realised his mistake and rolled off, apologising profusely for not pulling out. Gasping for air I waved his excuses away but deliberately not telling him I was ‘on the coil’ so safe from pregnancy.
As we sat around, still naked finishing the beers and smoking, Linda sat beside me. “You’re a mystery, that’s for sure.” She smiled while gently nudging me and smiling. “A couple of the guys in the group expressed their wishes for me to try and bring you into the group, but I said you were too young and probably too inexperienced and probably too ‘in love’ … yet …. Bloody hell, you’re a surprise, that’s for sure.”
I grinned but tried to remain mysterious, or something like that.
“You must have been popular back home.” She smiled and nudged me again.
“Not really.” I sighed then drew on my cigarette, “everyone thought I was ‘little miss innocent’, just like you did, so I only had one lover before I met Percy.” I considered what to say next, how much to admit to. “An … older man, much older … a friend of Daddy’s … he … he … taught me everything I know … how to suck his … cock, how to enjoy being fucked.” Then smiled at her and shrugged my shoulders.
Then, I confessed, “Percy sadly doesn’t share my … wants and needs.” I looked her in the eyes and gave her an ‘old fashioned look’ raising my eyebrows.
“Well.” She chuckled, “I think we can arrange to meet your … requirements on camp.”
Soon we packed our bags and, with nothing on under our dresses returned to the cars. This time I sat on Ginger Paul’s lap with my arm around his shoulders in the sports car.
We’d barely pulled away when he’d pulled the strap down on my dress to free a boob, which he suckled as we drove along the coast road making me howl with laughter at the indignity of it all.
After a few minutes of my wriggling, he slid his hand up my dress and stroked and tugged my pubes. He move his head from my boob and I kissed him, a big French Kiss, tongues twirling and all that. With my boob still hanging out of my dress his hand wandered between my legs and I submissively spread them for him.
“Shitting Hell! I’d forgot Dave shot his load up you!” as his finger went too easily into my hole. “Look.” He said to Terry the driver, producing a finger with a greasy substance covering it. He then put it back in place alongside a second finger, twisting and jabbing as deep in my fanny as the position would allow, turning me on again … especially knowing Terry kept glancing at my cunt being fingered by his friend.
As we entered Valetta I had to reorganise my dress, for decorum’s sake, but Paul kept fingering me … unknowingly bringing me to the brink a couple of times.
The cars pulled up a street away from base, and we three ladies decamped, hoping no one could see us.
“You look like you had fun.” Linda teased, flicking my erect nipple, conspicuously showing through the thin cotton of my dress.
“The cheeky bugger fingered me all of the way back.” I grinned and shook my head in mock despair which made my new friends laugh.
We went into Linda’s bungalow for a coffee and ‘debrief’ as Sheila called it. There they told me pretty much the same story Percy Jr had, that were a few officers (always officers) who took it upon themselves to seduce and fuck other officers wives while their men were at sea… or sometimes just at work.
Linda’s husband was currently overseas for another couple of weeks and Sheila’s on board with Percy Jr… so she was looking forward to ‘plenty of extra-marital cock’ over the next few months.
Both women presumed that their husbands would be taking advantage of the brothels whenever their ships docked … and I should presume Percy Jr would too … although I wasn’t too sure.
It turned out that there were about a dozen married women involved in the group and over twenty men, of all shapes, sizes and ranks.
Neither knew how it started, but Linda said it already existed when she arrived three years previously. Mostly, she thought it revolved around Pauline and her husband’s parties, but she’d met guys at other times to hook up too, just like today.
“You were at the party last night? What did your husband say about the invite?”
“Nothing really.” I pondered, wondering if his admission that morning was linked to the party.
“I saw him watching you dancing with ‘Seaman’ Staines.” She remembered and grinned, “I swear I saw Percy trying to hide a hard on.”
All of the beer and sunshine was loosening my tongue, “before he left this morning, he did tell me that there were some men here who thought it their duty to ‘take care’ of wives when their husband was away.” I blushed at saying it out loud, “and he thought I wouldn’t be able to keep my knickers up!” Both women laughed out loud.
“I bet he’s the type that wants to watch you … just like … what’s his name?” Linda chuckled.
“Emma’s husband …. Larry!” She remembered that he used to hide in a wardrobe playing with himself … and him a bloody captain too.”
“I don’t think so,” I tried to defend my husband’s honour, “but he did say that he wouldn’t mind if I did ‘drop my knickers’ and he would understand … plus I could tell him about it in my letters.”
The jigsaw was coming together now; and my friends knew it too.
We went our separate ways and met for lunch the next day alongside a woman called Veronica. The conversation became very racy and intimate, with me being a very interested listener and no names being mentioned. It was clear that all of the women involved liked sex; but mostly this was to alleviate the boredom of being an officers wife with nothing to do all day, every day.
Some husbands knew of their wives dalliances; but both Linda and Veronica thought their husbands lived in denial.
There weren’t many rules to the group, apart from discretion. The men involved would always know where our husbands were and when they were due home, so there was very little chance of being caught.
Most women insisted on the men wearing a rubber, but two were on the newfangled ‘pill’ and I admitted to having a coil.
Meetings were arranged discretely, usually at Pauline’s parties, sometimes in town at one of the harbourside cafes or at the Wardroom dances on Fridays and Saturdays; but ‘if you fancied a bit during the week’ I was advised to leave the kitchen door open and put a box of the washing powder OMO in the window, as sometimes men would wander down the lane behind the bungalows ‘looking for willing partners’ and now the base knew I was ‘available’ there would be a queue a mile long to get in my knickers.
“OMO?” I quizzed. “OMO, you don’t know what it stands for?” my friends chuckled “Old Man Out!” “Oh.” I sighed, feeling stupid.
A couple of days later I was bored and feeling very horny thinking about my activities on the beach, so I went to the base shop and bought some milk and bits and pieces, plus a box of OMO. On my return I nervously decided to leave the door open and put the box in the kitchen window for anyone to see.
I was anxious as hell for twenty minutes, chain smoking and drinking coffee, when I suddenly heard a knock on the door and a husky voice “Hello… anyone at home?” I looked up to see an older, portly officer with thinning hair and a weatherworn tan that I barely recognised, but remembered I’d been introduced to him at the Wardroom a few weeks previously. He was of indeterminable age, anything 5 or 6 years either side of 40.
“Hi,” he smiled, removing his cap, “I’m Jimmy … a friend of Percy’s … I guess. Are you looking for company?” Although taller, his paunch, retreating hair and disarming smile reminded me of Percy Sr. I smiled then stubbed my cigarette out and nodded but looked away … not believing I was capable of such shameless behaviour.
“Coffee?” I mumbled, still not looking him in the eye. “Yes please, milk no sugar.” Because I was feeling very naughty, I hadn’t worn a bra, as walking to the shops then around my house, the natural ‘jiggle’ felt really sexy, but I was wearing stockings under my dress, as Senior had told me once, ‘worn correctly stockings could be a real tool in seduction.’
As we drank our coffee Jimmy took the lead with the conversation, asking about ‘me’ and what I did before getting married, how I’d met Percy Junior.
I had the feeling he didn’t know about my behaviour on the beach and seemed surprised that I ‘knew the rules’ as I’d deliberately left the door open and placed the soap powder in the window.
When I tensely washed the cups in the sink with my back to him, Jimmy uttered in an authorotive tone; “lift your dress for me and show me your knickers.”
I stopped in my tracks, facing away from him, not knowing if I could do such a thing for not just a stranger, but a friend of my husbands, but after counting to three in my head, dropped my hands to the hem of my dress and slowly lifted it to my stocking tops then counted to three again, and then all of the way to my hips, exposing my white cotton knickers and stocking tops. My heart was racing as I stood stock still, with my husbands’ friend staring at my arse and stocking clad legs.
“Nice, very nice. Percy’s a very lucky man having a gorgeous young wife like you. He told me how much you like sex, but he can’t keep up with you.” Then chuckled wickedly.
Shocked, but still with my dress bunched up at my hips, I turned to look at him and could barely believe my eyes when I saw his uniform trousers around his ankles and his fully erect cock in his hand.
“He didn’t!” I gasped, “he wouldn’t.” “He did.” The man smirked, “how else would I know you liked sucking cock so much?”
We stared at each other in silence for a minute or so. Him still stroking his cock and waving me towards him... which I obediently did.
“Take your knickers off.” He instructed in a controlling manner. I shakingly held my dress up with one hand and eased my knickers down my legs with the other then stepped out of them. Jimmy held a hand out and stroked my pubes, making me gasp, then his fingers went between my legs.
“Wet … very wet.” He grinned as his finger slid around my juices, making me sigh and bite my lip. “You sexy little thing.”
“Now your dress.” His smile masking the authority in his voice. “Take it off.”
With his fingers still stroking my wet outer lips I unbuttoned my dress and dropped it to the floor.
“You have gorgeous tits.” “Thank you.” I murmured.
He now had a finger inside my fanny, jabbing and rotating, making my legs go weak.
“You’re even sexier than I’d hoped …. I love those massive tits; they look very, very suckable.” Hardly able to breathe with excitement, I let him feast his eyes on my big boobs, hairy minge, stockings and suspenders.
“Let’s see if you really are the cocksucker your husband said you are. Get on your knees wench.”
I meekly complied and instantly took his cock and balls in my hands stroking and tugging it for all my worth, stopping myself looking too eager to suck it; but I did without being instructed … ravenously!
It tasted ever so sexy as I ran my tongue along the gnarly veins on his shaft then bobbed my head sucking his knob and maybe about three inches of exquisite cock.
“Oh God Amanda …. Yes … yes … oh yes.” Jimmy panted with his hands grasping at my head, pulling it onto his cock until it filled my mouth and I couldn’t actually suck it, so he began thrusting, fucking my mouth …. Which was creating lots of saliva which was running down my chin.
“Enough … enough!” he panted after a few minutes, “enough …. I need to fuck you.”
Once his cock was out of my young mouth, I wiped my chin with my arm as I gasped for air to fill my lungs.
Without a care for my wellbeing Jimmy barked for me to stand up and straddle his cock.
My heart was racing every time he told me to do something, and this time I couldn’t wait to obey him again.
I edged forward until I was hovering over his very erect cock, then spontaneously took it in my hand, rubbed his knob along my slit, then when I felt it at my entrance slowly dropped down onto it, making me moan as inch by inch filled my cunt.
“Oh fuck … oh fuck!” I gasped, my language probably shocking him, “Oh fucking hell, YES!”
“That’s it wench, faster.” I submitted to his words, bouncing on his cock, making my big tits bounce for his entertainment as he ran his hands over them ad my arse.
At that stage in my life, I didn’t appreciate the mechanics of sex; so was a bit disappointed when I heard him panting and groaning after barely a minute … but history would show that a sloppy blow job and a fervent titty bouncing fuck would be too much for many a man.
It took me too long to uncouple, and I felt him cum just inside my fanny then onto my lace stocking top.
“What have you done? What have you done?” I playfully teased him as I pulled my flaps apart to see and show him his ‘man juice’ leaking out.
“Don’t worry, Percy will think it’s his, if you’re pregnant.” He cackled.
“I don’t think so,” I pretended to whine as I scooped the spunk out with my finger then smeared it on my stockings, “he’s barely fucked me in weeks.”
Jimmy just about looked interested in my (pretend) dilemma.
“Get back on your knees and give it another suck before you make me a cup of coffee.” He powerfully whispered.
I dropped to my knees in an instant and took his long slack dick between my fingers and greedily pulled it into my mouth, tasting my creamy juices and his salty spunk as I hungrily sucked it back to life.
As my head bobbed back and forth, Jimmy laughed as he juggled my tits. “I knew from Percy’s photos that you were a sexy little thing; but nothing prepared me for how sexy you’d look with my cock in your mouth.”
“Mmmmm MMMmmm,” I gurgled as my tongue tried to wrap around his fat knob.
Jimmy’s cock was quite impressive, not as big and thick as Big Dave’s but much larger than my husbands. I giggled at the thought of only being married five minutes and here I was comparing cock sizes.
“Coffee time wench.” He laughed as he tapped my head. I slid his cock out and kissed the tip before jiggling my tits before standing up and shimmying to the kettle knowing his lustful eyes were on me.
As I waited for the kettle to boil, I turned and faced him, showing off my taught teenage body wearing only stockings and suspenders to my husbands’ colleague and friend.
“What’s your plan with Percy being away for three months or so?” he asked. I shrugged my shoulders as I turned to pour the water into the cups.
“I don’t know … take up knitting?” I smiled.
“I’ll be around to take of your needs if and when you get bored.” Jimmy leered, as he stroked his cock, “maybe I can teach you a thing or two.”
I sashayed back across the kitchen making sure my tits jiggled.
“Is that an offer?” I uttered as I leaned in front of him, tits dangling as I put the cups on the table.
“But judging by the way you suck cock, maybe there isn’t much I can teach you.” Jimmy grinned, cupping my tits in his hands.
“I’m always open to new ideas and I’m a quick learner.” I answered.
“Oh, I think that there’s going to be a queue of men at your door. But I have some specialities that I think you’ll like.” Jimmy winked then took my hand and led me to the kitchen units, “put your hands on there and spread your legs.”
Breathing heavily, I complied, feeling his cock slide between my cheeks and finding my fanny like a guided missile. In it went straight to the hilt, making me scream. Without a word and his hands mauling my tits Jimmy began frantically fucking me from behind, each thrust lifting me onto tiptoes. Even though I wanted to scream, I knew I shouldn’t in case the neighbours heard, so threw my head backwards and bit my lip as he started slapping my voluptuous arse in time with his magnificent propulsions, leaving my cheeks still stinging half an hour later.
He had amazing stamina and carried on like this for five or six minutes, before panting, “I’m cumming wench, get on your knees again.”
We quickly uncoupled and I instantly fell to my knees and turned to face his throbbing cock. “Open your mouth… open your bloody mouth!” he gasped as I held onto his hips and seconds later a spurt of his goo landed on my face then he edged forward and rested the tip on my tongue where a second spurt landed, then a third.
“Don’t swallow it… keep it there.” He grunted squeezing one last drop onto my nose, “show me your tongue”. Knowing it was covered in his spunk I cheekily poked it out and waggled it from side to side. “Swallow it now, wench.” He instructed, and I did, tipping my head back to make it slide down my throat for him.
“My pretty little wench,”, Jimmy grinned, “we are going to have so much fun while Percy is away … and maybe when he’s back on shore too.”
He wouldn’t ‘allow’ me to put my dress on until he’d gone so I was all but naked as we kissed goodbye in my kitchen doorway.
After finally getting dressed I made another coffee and smoked a cigarette on my veranda … still smelling his cum on my chin and tits as I relived the last hour of raw sex with Jimmy and the day on the beach with Big Dave and his friends.
I managed to ‘keep my knickers up’ over the next few days, even though I did have some opportunities; two men openly flirted with me outside the base shop, which was flattering and when I was in town with Linda and Pauline, we were ‘approached’ twice in half an hour, but I rebuffed their offers.
Friday night at the Wardroom was very busy and I proved to be very popular, barely getting a minute off the dancefloor and as the night moved on, Big Dave arrived and moved in to dance with me, pushing a shorter man to one side.
My heart was racing and the gin taking its effect when twenty minutes later he was waiting near the toilets and covertly sneaked me out of a side door and with barely a word and quickly had my dress up around my waist and my knickers around my ankles.
All the while we were frantically French kissing I helped him unbuckle his belt as he did the zip and dropped his trousers.
A minute later he was holding me on tiptoes and trying to get his huge cock in my wet fanny. The angle we were at and difference in height made it difficult, but he lifted me onto a concrete bin, with my arse sitting on the edge. I was so turned on at the build-up in the dancehall then his roughness, his massive cock slid in much easier than the previous time, making me grunt and squeal (as quietly as possible).
“Oh yes … oh yes …. Fuck my married cunt!” I panted over and over again. “You potty mouthed tart.” He laughed while fucking me as hard as possible. “I fucking love it!”
“Fuck me hard …. Fuck me hard,” I continued with my arms wrapped around his neck. “Fill me full of … your big hard cock.” His cock filled me to the brim like the previous time, stretching my married hole in every way conceivable.
“Ugh … ugh.” He suddenly grunted, “Ugh … UGH!” Without a thought about contraception, Dave thrust like a stallion until he really did fill my fanny, with copious amounts of man cream!
“Oh God, oh God,” he panted as he slowly prodded my fanny and gasped for air. “I needed that … I haven’t cum since the beach.”
“You poor thing.” I grinned as we uncoupled, “that’ll be why there was so much.” I told him as I felt his cum dripping out of my abused fanny.
“Here.” He gulped, handing me a handkerchief to wipe myself with.
As I wiped between my legs it was obvious he was wanting to get away as quickly as possible. I looked up at him and smiled, “You can go back in if you want to. I’ll clean up and follow you in … no one will know,”
He gave a thin smile and nodded before turning and disappearing into the darkness.
The hankie was soaking and I wanted to keep it, alongside a couple of Pery Senior’s that I kept hidden in my bedroom, in readiness for my ‘lonely nights’.
I spotted a barred window ledge that I could conceal it from prying eyes and collect it at the end of the night.
Back in the Wardroom Linda gave me a saucy wink on my return but didn’t ask any questions as she handed me a drink.
I had to hand it straight back as I was whisked back onto the dancefloor by a handsome, much older officer with twinkling eyes.
Two dances later he joined Linda and I for a drink. Half an hour later we were discretely making our way, arm in arm to my bungalow.
Once inside he wanted to ‘get down to business’ straight away, pushing me down onto the sofa, kissing me deeply and enthusiastically, his free hand flitting over my body from my tits to my legs like a wasp.
Happy I was responding to his overtures he lifted my dress and began rubbing me between my legs.
“Shit!” he grinned, “you’re soaking wet!” I grinned back, not letting him know that it was Dave’s cum still seeping out of my stretched fanny that he could feel and not me being excited because he was ‘the last of the red hot lovers.’
As he pulled my knickers off, I hurriedly unbuttoned my dress and threw it on the floor.
He pushed his face between my bra covered tits and fingered me for a minute or two, then looking me in the eyes, removed his finger then added a second, continuing his ministrations down below, making me wiggle my hips as I ground down onto his hand.
Feeling ever more naughty after already being fucked by Big Dave just over an hour before I began rubbing his cock through his trousers.
He hastily removed his fingers and began pulling his trousers and pants down, revealing his very erect cock which I wrapped my fingers around, as he plunged three fingers into my fanny making me gulp and throw my head back as I acclimatised to the width, as he fingered me with gusto.
“I’ve never known a woman be so wet.” He huffed as my hand wanked his shaft.
“You’re such a turn on.” I lied. I stopped my wank and put my hand onto his wrist, urging him to withdraw his fingers, which he did with an expectant look on his face, but what I did next shocked him.
I took my bra off and shuffled around until I could bend double and take his cock in hand, rub it across and between my luxurious boobs, making him sigh and groan, “Jesus wept … that’s bloody amazing.”
With my tits locked around his dick, I looked at him, grinned … then bent over to kiss his knob.
“Jesus wept!” he gulped again, “that’s … that’s ….oohhh… oooh!” as I took the knob in my mouth and let go of my tits, so I could suck it properly, which I did like a mad woman…. Up and down my head went as I cupped and shook his balls then stroked his shaft, wanking it into my mouth as I sucked and sucked. The sailor was stunned into virtual silence, just making low guttural noises as he recived his first ever blow job (it was 1965 after all).
Although we were both a bit drunk, I still expected him to cum in my mouth, but he seemed frozen to the spot … eyes bulging and mouth gaping.
“Okay!” I thought, “time for me to have my fun,”
“Enjoy that?” I impudently asked, sitting up straight then rolling my leg across his waist and shuffling backwards until my arse touched his throbbing cock.
Never taking my eyes off his I slid my hand between my legs and took hold of his solid erection, slowly stroking the tip along my sopping fanny, then once it was at my entrance I slowly pushed back until it was in balls deep.
“Ooohh …. That’s nice … nice and big.” I smirked, “I love a big cock.”
Starting slowly I pushed back and forth, me fucking him … something else I doubt he’d ever experienced before.
I was still very wet with Dave’s cum and subsequently sucking this man’s cock, so it was delightful the way his cock felt in my fanny.
At one stage I was fucking him so hard and fast, and on the verge of cumming myself as my tits bouncing like beachballs, his cock slid out. Delirious with sexual excitement I frantically grabbed his cock and pushed backwards.
Only for his cock to go into the wrong hole!”
“FUCK!” I shouted as two or three inches of cock easily slipped into my lubricated bum hole, “Fucking Hell!” I gasped as I squeezed my eyes shut, while confusedly deciding what to do.
The sailor was just as confused but began thrusting his cock until it was all in my arsehole!
In the moment he must have thought I’d pushed it in on purpose, but I hadn’t.
Now mauling my swinging tits and fucking my greasy arsehole for all he was worth, my eyes nearly popping out of my head as it felt weirdly sexy but uncomfortable as the tight ring was stinging … I went with the flow, pushing back to meet his thrusts. Once relaxed I looked back at him and realised we were both grinning like ninnies!
It didn’t take long for my new lover to start grunting and pick up the pace until he gave one almighty thrust into my married hole and then there was the unmistakeable sensation of warmth as his cum filled my dark hole.
Before he could pull out I began roughly grinding against him and sure enough my ‘love button’ went into overdrive and I too had a knee shaking orgasm, making me cling onto him for dear life.
My first reaction was that Percy Senior would be so excited to know that I’d been fucked up the bum but wasn’t sure what Junior would think.
We lay like that for several minutes until nature took its course and his softening dick slid out of my stretched and tingling rosebud, allowing his cum to run down and join his colleagues’ juices on my fanny.
“That was amazing.” He panted as we uncoupled, “I’ve … never … never done ‘that’ before … it was amazing.” I wasn’t sure which sex act he meant, probably both I guessed.
I grabbed his hand as he fastened his belt.
“This has to be our secret … promise me.” I softly appealed.
“Of course … of course.” He smiled.
“If you keep it a secret … we can … you know … do it again, so don’t tell anyone, please.”
“You want to do it all again?” he grinned and looked surprised.
I nodded as I fastened my bra, “Yes … do you?” “Yes … of course.” He nodded then checked his watch, smiled and left. It was only when the door clicked closed that I realised that I didn’t even know his bloody name!
I made a cup of tea and through a gin soaked haze, wondered where my new life was going. The sex was incredible, I felt no guilt at all and the urge for more was all encompassing, but there was still a nagging feeling that I simply couldn’t have extra-marital sex every day of the week, even though it was available.
As I undressed for bed, I realised that I was still leaking from both holes, so padded out a fresh pair of knickers with lots of toilet roll, to soak it up. I slept the ‘sleep of the just’ waking up at about 8am. At first, I felt a bit uncomfortable between my legs and on checking, remembered I’d stuffed my knickers with toilet roll. There was a distinct stain, about two inches in diameter and when I put it to my nose, there was the distinct smell of cum… sweet, scented man cum.
With my knickers around my knees, and the stained paper under my nose thinking about the sex I’d had the previous day, especially the anal sex, it only took a short few minutes to have a bone shaking orgasm … what a way to start the day.
I certainly had a spring in my step as I made breakfast and sat on the veranda watching the world go by.
Around lunchtime, Linda and another woman, Peggy turned up, looking for a gossip and the details of who we’d been with the night before.
Linda admitted to taking a sub-lieutenant called Jack home. She’d been with him a few times previously, but this time after our fun on the beach where she’d watched me sucking Big Dave’s cock, had sucked him until he’d shot his load onto her tits.
She looked at me and winked, “I’d never … you know…” then mimed wanking a cock into her mouth, “I didn’t really know about it until I saw you … and knew straight away I’d have to try it … his face was a picture when I put it in.” We both giggled, but Peggy looked a bit confused.
“He was still rock hard afterwards and couldn’t get in my foo-foo quick enough!”
I pondered how much to confess, and decided on edited highlights, starting with the knee trembler with Dave behind the Wardroom, then taking the anonymous man home, sucking him then riding him until I came on him … deliberately missing out the accident where I forced his cock in the wrong hole, regardless of how much I’d enjoyed it.
Apparently, Peggy had gone home alone, which was annoying, she said, but intended making up for it that night.
Linda suggested lunch at the harbour and with Pauline in tow too … off we went.
TBC
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