The Baker's Wife

I like the loving wives category but it can be difficult to come up with something different and the comments are often ruthless. I try to explore alternate realities or situations with angst.

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Best Wishes, Satin.

This is one of three stories set in England during WWII. These are intended as erotic stories without comment to the morals or otherwise of the actual people alive at that time. They are an exaggeration of what could happen and not intended to be realistic.

Britain was at war with Germany and the axis powers. It was a time of major upheaval; men, women and children endured extreme hardship and distress in one form or another; few people escaped the rigors of life in wartime. The country had to endure bombing raids, including the threat of gas attacks. Starvation was a real possibility and rationing of food began in 1940. Meat, sugar, butter, cheese, and eggs and even clothing were rationed. Over a million children were evacuated from towns and cities and had to adjust to separation from family and friends. London was attacked on 57 successive nights and there were heavy raids on other major cities and ports.

Women and children between the ages of 14 and 17 were in full-time employment, many covering work vacated by men who fought across the globe. Children reaching 18 were conscripted, the boys into the armed services and girls to women's auxiliary services, the land army or taking on other essential war work, including working as mechanics, engineers and on munitions.

All three stories are set in an imaginary English village of Little Woodhill. Each story can be read separately.

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Margaret Prestwick or Peggy to her friends was the Baker's wife, until the Baker her husband John joined the army at the onset of war in 1939, so suddenly she was the Baker. As far as she knew he was still in North Africa fighting Rommel. It wasn't just baking any more, rationing flour and goods made life more complicated, and there was precious few supplies to make anything other than basic bread.

At 37 years old and 5ft 7 inches, she had a curvy figure but was strong enough to need dough for hours on end. They had two children rapidly heading towards their teenage years, but there wouldn't be anymore. An emergency hysterectomy after the birth of their second child, meant the big family she longed for would be limited.

Her pretty face was framed by long auburn hair; it was usually worn up in a mass of hair pins. In many ways she was unremarkable, she was quietly popular and well liked. Everyone thought she was a great mum to her two children. On the rare occasions when she did get dressed up, she suited the common 'A line' dresses; which was just as well as rationing of clothes severely limited the choices available, she tended to wear court shoes with 3 inch heels for most activities.

After the disaster of the war in France and desperation of the Dunkirk evacuations, in the summer of 1940, the Battle for Britain began. Throughout the summer the Royal Air Force fought the much larger and better equipped Luftwaffe for air superiority. Polish, Canadian, Czech and pilots from other countries supported the significantly outnumbered British.

The RAF Wing Commander in the local sector was desperately worried about the morale of his ever younger pilots, and trying to rotate his meagre resources to maintain an effective fighting force. He could rest pilots for a single day, not long enough to return home and he didn't want them going to London with the risks of both too much alcohol and the continued air raids. The reality was these 'few' men were the countries only hope of avoiding a Nazi invasion.

The Commander's sister Clair lived in a nearby village; he asked her if the pilots could spend some time there and experience a taste of home life. Claire in her role as Chair suggested to the Woman's Institute that they could invite the airmen to the village to sample some home-made cooking.

Peggy was horrified by the statistics Claire quoted, the life expectancy of the pilots was terrifyingly short. The thought of her own family and friends being in that position was horrifying, her own son aspired to be a pilot. The average age of new recruits was only 20, and the average training time was just two weeks. Hundreds of fighter pilots were already dead and there was no time to mourn for fallen colleagues. That meant some of the new pilots had very limited experience and minimal flying hours.

The Women's Institute built on Claire's idea and thought they could after the young men 'a home form home' for a day. There were discussions about offering a day of activities, time in the village pub, some home cooking, a night in a comfortable bed and a decent breakfast before returning to duties. The Institute thought it was the least they could do, everything these days was focused on helping with the war effort. They set to work, making arrangements both efficiently and enthusiastically, dividing up the tasks needed and as ever pulling together as a community.

Plans were made for an afternoon of sports and games on the green; a football match was bound to be a popular activity and would enable the village kids to get involved. That was to be followed by a dinner dance in the village hall for the adults, while the kids got the excitement of camping out overnight with the scout and girls brigade leaders. Peggy's son and daughter, Robert and Susan were delighted to have the opportunity of an adventure with their friends. The pilots would be billeted throughout the village for the night and return home the following day; Peggy agreed to take in one of the pilots.

The sports and games were great fun, as was dinner in the hall, then the pilots enjoyed a few beers in the local pub, it was like a slice of English life before the horrors of war.

***

Peggy's Story:

I met the young man I would be hosting at the dinner; David was 20, very handsome and extremely polite. He was staggered at the food we'd managed to create by pooling the meagre ration coupons and said it was just like what his mum used to cook.

Later I noticed he looked on nervously from the side-lines. So I asked if he'd like to dance?

He stumbled in reply, "I not a great dancer."

I smiled and said, "Thankfully that doesn't matter one little bit... come on!"

I dragged him onto the floor, we got a cheer from his colleagues and I could see his flush of embarrassment. It had been so long since I had danced myself but it all came back to me and I helped guide David along. It was fun and he was very respectful, I encouraged him to hold me properly and placed his hand on my waist. He picked up the dancing quickly in the way young people do and relaxed. I was pleased to see him enjoying it and had to admit I was having a lovely time.

I thought briefly about dancing with my husband John, but tried to put that memory to the back of my mind and focus on David. Then I noticed it, just a quick glance; he had just looked down at my breasts! I was shocked and unsure how to react, I guess it was natural for a young man to look and it had been very brief, the rest of the time he maintained eye contact. Quite a lot of eye contact actually... and he had such beautiful blue eyes. I became very aware of our hands touching and the times my breasts made brief contact with his chest.

Our conversation flowed easily, assisted by all of the activity and music. It was lovely to let my hair down and have a good time, trying our best to forget the war for just one night. As we walked to my home, David talked about missing his family. I made some tea when we got in; as we started drinking it, I could see tears in his eyes.

"What is it David?"

"I just want to thank you for tonight, it felt really special, I miss home and family so much and this was like a time out. It was nice to forget why I was actually here. Now it's all come rushing back to me and I'm thinking about what tomorrow holds in store!"

His words died off and he's eye took on a distant stare, before he returned to the moment, "To be honest I am scared, I don't want to let anyone down, I've only had 28 hours in a spitfire and have no combat experience."

I held his hand and tried to comfort him, "All you can do is your best, everyone is afraid, it's natural. It's how you respond that matters."

He apologised and quickly recovered, "I am sorry, I wouldn't have admitted that to anyone else, you're so easy to talk to and so kind. I am a good pilot and I will do my duty!"

"I am sure you will David, what you're doing is so very brave, I am certain you won't let anyone down and your family will be very proud of you."

I kissed him on the cheek and suggested he better get some sleep.

He hesitated saying he didn't want the night to end, so we finished our teas and talked some more before going up. There was no sign of his earlier doubts, I was sure they were still there but he covered it, as numerous other young men did during war. He talked about home, when I asked about a girlfriend, he said he'd always been shy and hadn't met the right one yet. I assured him that the right girl would come along for him sooner or later.

***

I lay in bed worrying about David and everything he was going through. Then it dawned on me, he could die tomorrow! He might not have a 'later' or the opportunity to meet a girl and fall in love.

Maybe I could offer him some solace, the reality was any of us could die tomorrow, but could I really do that? What about John, was he still alive? I was frozen by inaction, it was obvious David was a virgin and I couldn't have any more children, so there wasn't a risk in that way.

He woke with a start, "Sshh it's alright, I've come to keep you company."

I slipped into the bed with him and kissed him, even in the semi dark I could tell he was shocked.

He stuttered, "I have never..."

"I know, I would love to share that with you... if you would like that?"

Feeling his hesitancy, I decided to take charge and kissed him again, sliding my tongue into his mouth this time, it felt good... actually no, it felt wonderful! David seemed to agree as he responded eagerly kissing me with passion.

I took his hand and place it on my breast as we continued to kiss; I could feel his hardness immediately; with that response I removed his pyjama shorts and vest enjoying the sight of his toned muscles. His cock stuck up looking very erect and very impressive. I felt the excitement surge through my body, biting my lip as I reached out; David groaned as I held him.

"Mmm how does that feel, do you like me stroking it?"

"God yes, that feels fantastic."

"Oh Honey, you have no idea how much better it is going to feel!"

I had a fleeting thought that this was wrong, overridden by the fact I hadn't seen John in 18 months; and how many more months before he could return. War changed all the rules and there was no stopping this now. I had never taken the lead with my husband, but I was the one with 'experience'.

I lifted my night dress off and let David see me. His eyes roamed over my body sending a tingle through me, he looked at my breasts and then down to my bush, probably the first he'd ever seen; his look of desire was thrilling.

"You are so beautiful Peggy."

I was absolutely delighted, more so since I had been starved of intimacy and attention, "Thank you, now just lie back and relax."

I straddled his hips and guided him into me. David wasn't the only one moaning, as I slid down onto his wonderful cock. He looked shocked as I began to move slowly up and down. The sensation of being impaled was fantastic, it had been so long.

"I can't... I can't believe how you feel Peggy, this is amazing."

After a few minutes I could tell he was on the verge of cumming and trying desperately to hold on.

"It's ok David, don't try and hold on, just let it go?"

That was all it took, if felt like he came at my verbal demand. He gushed into me and had to put a pillow over his face to quieten his shouts. With his initial release over, I removed the pillow and leant forward to kiss him.

"Are you going to stay hard for me?"

I placed his hands on my breasts and slid my tongue into his mouth; there was no sign of his cock deflating.

"Don't worry; we are going to go again."

With that I moved up and pushed my breasts into his face and began riding him again. He seemed to have control of himself, so I rolled over to the side, taking him with me and bringing him into a missionary position.

"That's it David, do what feels natural, move your hips up and down, just like that... mmm."

His eyes bore into mine as we coupled, I continued to encourage him, "That's it, just like that, you're doing it, you're making love to a woman."

"I've never...."

"I know you're doing great, now go faster when it feels right."

He picked up the pace but not by much, "Don't worry David, you won't hurt me, now give me some more!"

He felt so big and powerful; his cock repeatedly and delightfully ploughing into me.

"Oh wow baby, that's it, that is perfect... Oh my!"

I had never felt the like before, a wave of sensations hit me and my vagina began to pulse, "Ohh ooh, oh my God."

I clung to him desperately; enjoying the feel of his strongly muscled arms. Then he stared at me with his intense blue eyes, the emotion and ecstasy playing across his face. It looked like he might cry before he emitted a huge groan and I felt him gush again, the timing was perfect as my wave of orgasm finally relented.

He rolled off panting heavily; a few moments later he turned back to face me and placed his hand on my cheek.

"That was wonderful Peggy; I'll never forget it, thank you so much."

I was in heaven, slightly stunned and my body tingling all over, "It was wonderful for me as well David."

His strong arms wrapped around me, providing a feeling of protection and reassurance as we fell asleep together.

We were still entwined the following morning as I woke. I saw David smiling back at me, already wide awake, his face looking serious.

"I am sorry if I took advantage, last night I forgot all about you being a married woman, I shouldn't have..."

I interrupted him, "It was my decision David not yours, I came to you remember. Don't over think it, it felt like the right thing to do and I don't regret it,"

"I can't regret it either; it was the best experience of my entire life."

"It might be followed by the worst if we don't get you back to your barracks on time... come on."

We said goodbye at the door and I stroked his hair before we kissed, "Be as careful as you can!"

"I'll try Peggy."

I had no way to contact David and check he was alright and worried about him endlessly. It was huge relief to see him at the event two weeks later, I almost cried. I couldn't resist giving him a hug on the village green, but tried to make it look friendly rather than romantic, breaking apart quickly. He looked so handsome, happy and full of life.

This time the day's activities seemed to drag on, I couldn't wait to take him back home. I saw him look over at me a few times and was pleased I chosen my nice dress, I wanted to look good for him.

The kids were happy to be off camping again, so I met David in pub. He was excited, telling me he had shot down a German Heinkel bomber before it had a chance to drop its payload on London, he was the toast of his fellow pilots.

We walked alongside each other maintaining a respectable gap. As soon as I closed the door, his hands were on me. He held me from behind as his hands quickly found my breasts cupping and squeezing them as he kissed my neck. I was thrilled to feel his hardness pressing against my bum.

He then lifted me easily, taking me up the stairs, crossing the threshold into my bedroom and throwing me on my bed. He took delight in removing my dress, exposing my corselet and stockings.

He stood up and undressed as I watched intently, enjoying the sight of everything being revealed. To my surprise he didn't lie on top of me, but began kissing my legs working his way up. I loved the sensations, feeling his breath and lips against my nylons.

To my utter shock he pushed into my bush and kissed me there, "David, what on earth are you doing, that's... dirty."

He looked at me, "Just relax, the guys talk a lot in the barracks, one of them explained how I should do this."

My voice trailed off as he licked me there and I was overtaken by the sensations it generated. He buried his head in my bush and licked again.

The feelings were spine tingling; I couldn't resist spreading my legs further while moaning loudly. As I stroked his hair, he moved up and licked under my hood; that really did send a jolt through me! He was relentless, kissing and licking me; it reached a crescendo as I cried out in ecstasy. This time it was me grabbing for a pillow to stifle my screams.

David looked very pleased with himself as he had every right to be; it had been my turn to be shocked and delighted.

"That was wonderful, but I need you inside me."

He wasted no time climbing on top and mounting me, I felt every inch, maybe due to my vagina still contracting. He kissed my face and breasts as he took me and it felt absolutely marvellous. We made love for hours, David came three times, by that point I was almost mush, my whole body aching but satiated

***

I did feel guilty, but tried convincing myself I was patriotically supporting the troops and helping war effort. More importantly, I was helping a brave young man and no one deserved to die a virgin. Maybe John had found his own release if he'd gotten any R&R time, in the circumstances I didn't begrudge him that one iota.

I wondered if any of the other young pilots had gotten lucky, I hoped they had! I tried asking some of the other women, but they were all tight lipped. Only Mary my friend from the Institute hinted at something, saying her young man was very hard to resist. I had seen them dancing very closely, pushing her she finally admitted something had happened.

I wrote a letter trying my best to explain things to John, it was never for sending. I wouldn't do anything that might impact his focus and safety. Many a broken engagement had led to some tragedy in a war zone. It was more for me to try and understand my actions and emotions, so I wrote it and hid in in my underwear draw.

***

Before I could make any further decisions, devastation struck, David didn't turn up for the third village day. Claire and the Wing Commander sought me out and explained he had been shot down over the English Channel and was lost.

I was devastated, he had his whole life in front of him and now he'd been robbed of it all. He had been so alive and vibrant, full of adventure and optimism, it was all just so unfair.

Mary took me away and consoled me, "Whispering, you gave him something special Peggy, he was so happy when he was here; imagine if you hadn't done it and he'd missed out."

I couldn't stop thinking about him, remembering our time together. Gradually I came around to the idea that we'd shared a perfect moment in time, it wasn't wrong, if anything our time together had been a blessing.

It was a month before Claire asked if I'd be willing to host another pilot. There was little opportunity to grieve in times of war; everyone had to move on quickly. Robert was a Canadian and slightly older at 26, having been a crop flyer before volunteering. I tried to provide some reassurance and distract him form the war. We shared a lovely night, the dinner and dancing lifted the mood. I could tell he was trying to cover his concerns, the smiles and laughter never quite reached his eyes.

I knew what I would be willing to do and didn't wait this time. I kissed him as soon as we got home, he pushed me into the kitchen still kissing me as we tugged at each other's clothes. I managed to unbuckle him and take his cock out, at the same time he pulled my skirt and slip up.

It was clear he had more experience with women. If David had initially been uncertain, Robert was the opposite. He took me over the kitchen table from behind. I'd never even thought of trying sex like that, he pounded me from behind and I loved it!

It was passionate... almost desperate; afterward I led him to the bedroom for a repeat and we made love, it was calmer but very intense and he seemed to be totally in charge.

***

He surprised me on our second night when he offered his cock to my mouth. I was intrigued to get such a close view. It seemed to pulse and felt iron hard but warm; I placed gentle kisses all over it. Then he told me to open my mouth and suck it. I tried it and it didn't taste too bad, so I kept going; it was certainly having an effect on him, so I sucked it harder... like a lollypop!

"Now move it in an out Peggy... bob your head!"

I did as he instructed, enjoying his reactions immensely. Then he announced he was almost there, I was shocked when I felt him spurt into my mouth, jumping back instinctively as he spurted again across my face and hair, he just kept pumping covering me in his seed. I had never seen an ejaculation before and found myself liking it.

I wasn't sure if I'd done it right but he was delighted. He got me a cloth and gently wiped my face clean.

"Thank you Peggy, that was totally awesome, I loved you doing that for me!"

I smiled, finding that I liked having that impact on a man and didn't mind the taste or actions at all.

Robert lasted longer and ended up a fighter ace, "Are you a better pilot than the others?"

"I can't say how good they are, maybe I am just lucky. I'll take luck over skill every day of the week, it doesn't always matter how good you are."

I knew he was being modest, I heard the other pilots say he was a natural and one of the best they'd ever seen. He survived the war with 18 confirmed kills. I gave him up after his sixth visit as it was starting to feel too much like an affair and we were both becoming emotionally attached.

It was now September and by some miracle the British and allies had won the Battle of Britain, 'the few' RAF pilots had resisted overwhelming odds; and prevented the Nazi's gaining the air superiority required to support an all out invasion.

***

It was a further five years before my husband returned home; there had been no more repeats of my activities during the summer of 1940. My immediate joy at seeing John passed fairly quickly. He was a stranger to me and the children; the war had changed him, the kind light hearted young man I married had been replaced by a serious and introverted man. He never talked about his war experiences even when I suggested it might help. Whatever it was affected him profoundly.

It was very difficult to reconnect, what was once love now felt like friendship. But I owed it to stick by him and keep trying, he deserved it! I also knew I had to confess my sins and my liaison with two young men. I dug my old letter and read through it again, seeing the confession of my sins and explanation of providing comfort. I didn't regret what I had done, it still felt like it was the right thing to do in those circumstances, I was pleased to give both David and Richard some joy.

I wouldn't object to any divorce, my only request would be for us both to remain in the children's lives. Divorces were unusual, but John had the right to do that as I'd broken my vows.

I gave the sealed letter to him on a Sunday night saying, "There is something you need to know; I have tried to explain it as best I can in the letter."

Before I could react he threw it into the fire, watching it burn before looking at me saying quietly, "Some things are best left in the war! it's history and better to not to dwell on things!"

I was certain he knew or had guessed! There was a good chance some gossip in the village had mentioned the pilots, but he never asked me about them. He'd obviously experienced things that he didn't want to talk about. I wondered what had happened to him, maybe it was war and death or maybe he'd had his own liaisons. And he was desperate to regain some semblance of normality after six years of fighting. Like John, I didn't want to dwell on the possibilities; we needed to focus on the future... so my letter and confession would remain in the flames.

I often thought about David, it wasn't the sex that I remembered but the cruel loss of such young and beautiful life. There was some relief in knowing his bravery and sacrifice had saved so many others. I thought my actions at the time were right and a kindness, hoping I had provided some happiness is his desperately short life.

I was amazed by John's resilience and strength. Gradually he became the doting father the children knew before the war and we reconnected as a family. We talked often recalling our courtship and the happy memories of our early married life. His personality and character shone through and I felt lucky to be able to share our lives together.

We both lived to see some benefits of the war despite the years of austerity and rationing. The 50s and 60s were an exciting new era full of optimism and hope, led by the next generation including our own children.