Just Watchin' Ch. 01: For Now

Life was so much different back in the mid-seventies. At 18, I was newly married and left England for the first time in my life, to join my husband. Dave was a 19 year old soldier back then, stationed in what was then West Germany.

The following series is about the sexual adventures I had during those years. And now Dave is no longer on this Earth, I often look back on my long life and I do not regret one minute of it. I was so naive at that age. It was a time when a girl's only sex education from her mother was when your periods started and the only explanation you got was, "Here. Put this on and keep yourself clean!"

If you ever want a good sex education, marry a soldier. Life in a military community is certainly education. It taught me the difference between love and having sex. But no matter how many men fucked me, and there were a lot, I never stopped loving Dave.

From here onwards, I'm as close to the truth as I can remember after all this time. So, as they say on TV, characters names have changed to protect the guilty and some events have been embellished for drama (and memory loss).

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The first time Dave and I were separated since I joined him in West Germany was when he was sent on a four month emergency tour in Belfast, Northern Ireland. What we didn't realise at the time, but turned out lucky for me, was that I was pregnant with our first child. These days, 18 year old seems awfully young to be pregnant, but not back then.

Anyway, I was on my way back from the Barracks after my monthly phone call to my husband. No mobiles in them days. No internet, or skype, in fact, not even landlines in our own quarters. Besides, what he was doing over there wasn't like an everyday job where he could answer if I called. So the only communication we had was letters and the monthly phone call.

I was going to give him the news that we were expecting our first child, but then thought better of it. He needed to be thinking about what he was doing at all times; not about baby distractions. I needed him to return. Anyway, he was due R & R in another month, and that would be my time to tell him.

So I wasn't in a happy mood when I was dropped off near my married quarter. I decided to go and have a chat to Michelle. She was Dave's Troop Sergeant's wife and had sort of fell into the role of the Mother Hen for all us little chicks left behind.

To me, Michelle was old! To a young eighteen year old, thirty eight was near pension age. But really, she looked younger for her age with long, dark red hair that she normally wore in a ponytail. And because she was only 5ft tall, her breasts looked probably larger that they were. But believe me, they were a good handful each. These sat on the top of a waist that showed that Michelle has had children, (both at Boarding School in England) but an arse that more than made up for it.

We didn't lock our doors in the married quarter area. Doors were left unlocked because you never knew if someone had received bad news and we were needed. So there wasn't any need for me to knock as I opened the door and walked in.

Michelle's bedroom door was open a little and I could hear her moaning. I peeked through the crack in the door as I didn't want to embarrass her. I don't know what my face looked like when I saw why she was moaning.

Now, this showed me my young naivety at the time, because I thought she'd probably had bad news and was in there on her own and crying. I mean, let's face it, Ladies! Do you ever hear yourself while you're being fucked? I certainly don't. The noise I make is the LAST thing on my mind.

But she wasn't on her own. She was in the middle of the bed, her legs wide and wrapped around a man's hips, her hands pressing on his arse forcing a quite substantial cock as deep inside her stretched pussy as she could manage.

I had to stifle a scream, but didn't leave. I was transfixed by watching this fella, knowing he wasn't my friends' husband, pounding into her very willing vagina. It was obvious Michelle was really enjoying this fuck as it seemed every time he pumped into her, his cock managed to reach her vocal chords! Did I really sound like that when Dave was fucking me? It was enough to make me feel self-conscious.

I should have left, I know. But I couldn't. Watching that delicious cock entering, then withdrawing from Michelle fascinated me. Did me and Dave look like that? There was a line of white froth around Michelle's vaginal entrance and every time this strange cock withdrew, it was also covered in her froth.

Shocked and embarrassed, I slowly made my way to the door. Just as I put my hand on the handle, the noise from the bedroom grew louder. I could actually hear the bedsprings as he was surely ramming into her, Michelle's moans becoming more frequent and louder. Finally, I heard her scream and the man responsible for her noise was groaning and moaning just as loud, before it all went quiet. I was sure Michelle had orgasmed and he had, too. Whether inside her, or on her, I didn't know. I quietly opened and closed the door as I left.

"Oh, hi Emily," I heard behind me and jumped in surprise. "Is Michelle ok? I haven't seen her since lunch time."

It was Jenny, Michelle's next door neighbour.

"She's fine," I answered, probably a little higher than I should have. "She's having a nap now. I think she's overdone it and got a little tired today." Well what else could I say? That she was in there being fucked by an unknown squaddie? I didn't think so!!

"Ok. I was just going to ask her if she had any spare sugar. The NAAFI bus isn't until tomorrow and I've run out."

"Oh, well. Come on over to mine and I've got some you can have."

Jenny followed me to my quarter. I gave her the sugar and made her a cup of tea so we could have a chat. Seeing Michelle being fucked by someone not her husband was still playing on my mind.

"Have you ever thought about having an affair while Matt's away," I suddenly asked her. She nearly choked on her tea as she spluttered into the cup.

It seemed to take a while before Jenny put her cup down and looked at me.

"How long have you been married, Emily?" she asked me in a pretty ominous, low voice.

"Oh, err, six months," I answered.

"So why are you asking me that now?"

"I just heard some of the wives talking about it on the bus," I answered, thinking fast.

"And this stays between the two of us?" she said, still in that almost a whisper voice. I nodded my head in response. She picked up her cup and took a drink before answering.

"Matt and I had been together six months, just like you, when I overheard a couple of the women talking about other men that they'd been sleeping with. And it got me thinking to the differences of being married in the UK and being married to a squaddie, living here in a Garrison town in West Germany."

"When our husband's go on tour or exercise," Jenny continued, "The Regiment always leave a rear party behind. Add to that, a few thousand other men from the other Units in the Garrison, it's like being lets loose in Santa's Grotto."

This may be a serious conversation, but Jenny certainly made me laugh with that comment. I left shortly after and it wasn't until I got home I realised Jenny hadn't given me an answer.

I didn't see Michelle again for a few days but never stopped thinking about her spread legs taking that man's cock deep inside her.

I was shopping at the NAAFI when I felt to tap on my shoulder. Turning round, I saw it was Michelle.

"I haven't seen you for a few days," she said. "Come for a cuppa later this afternoon?"

I just nodded that I would. In that moment, I couldn't bring myself to speak.

This time I knocked on the door when I went to see her. Michelle opened the door and a smile broke out on her face.

"Good to see you, Em," she said. "Come on in and I'll make us a cuppa." She turned and I followed her to the kitchen table and I sat down. Tea made, and Michelle sat opposite me.

"Jenny told me she met you leaving mine the other day," Michelle asked. It was a statement, not a question. I just nodded that she was right.

"I take it you saw what I was doing," again a statement. I nodded again. It seemed ages before she spoke again.

"Were you a virgin when you married Dave?" A nod from me again. "And was Dave, too?"

"Yes," I finally spoke. "But what's that got to do with it?" I think that came out a bit too harshly.

"It means that your sex life will probably not improve," Michelle answered. "Let's face it. When we were younger, we were conditioned that it was our duty to satisfy a man in bed. Our satisfaction was never talked about. Then we find out we love sex as much as, if not more than, a man. But what do we do? We just lay back and think of England!" It sounded to me like Michelle was getting a little angry.

"Men just fuck, cum and then sleep. Whether women are satisfied or not. So we have to sort of take a hand ourselves. And I did! I had, and still have, affairs. So do a lot of the wives. But only when the men are away for a few weeks or more. What our husbands don't know doesn't hurt and what I learn to make MY sex life better, I use and pass on to Matt, without him knowing that I'd learned from other men. But don't get me wrong. The army has a large amount of divorces, too, so we have to be careful and support each other."

I stayed quiet. I really didn't know what to say.

"Look. Wes is coming again tonight. Why don't you come round and speak to him? It's just sex. For both of us. Or just watch, if that's what you'd like."

"I'm not sure, Michelle," I began.

"Think about it. He's coming at six. Jenny will be keeping an eye on my door, but I'll leave the door open and tell her to let you through, if you turn up." We chatted a little more, finished the tea, and I went home.

For the rest of the afternoon I thought about what Michelle said. I added it to what Jenny told me a few days earlier and I hate to admit it, but I was certainly interested. I just couldn't get the sight of that beautiful cock, that I now knew belonged to Wes, plunging in and out between Michelle's spread legs.

Fuck it! I needed to calm down and decided to have a soak in the bath.

After it was run, I stripped and climbed in. Lying back, I sighed contentedly as the warmth enveloped my body. Looking down, I could see my nipples just poking out of the water, the heat making them stand out quite rigid. But, as I took each between my fingers and thumbs, they felt soft and pliable. Dave often neglected them when he was fucking me.

My hand then slid under the water and along my smooth stomach, my fingers stretching over my mound. I slid a finger inside and moaned a little. I've missed Dave. He'd been gone a month and I missed his cock being inside me. My finger moved upwards and gently rubbed my little pleasure dome; another area neglected. In fact, I think all that my husband does is just fuck me and neglects everything else!

Thinking like that was making me angry at my husband, and he wasn't even here. I opened my legs as wide as the bath would allow, closed my eyes and brought up the vision of Wes's cock hammering into Michelle's pussy. As my finger circled and rubbed harder, faster, making those delicious feelings grow from inside my vagina and fire into my body, I managed to bring myself to a small climax.

The sounds that left my throat were nothing compared to the orgasmic roar that Wes and Michelle had together and I suddenly had a pang of jealousy. After hearing Michelle cum, even my fake orgasms sounded false now. There again, I don't think Dave would recognise the sound of a real one.

I spent the afternoon just wrapped in a towel. I had no intention of going to Michelle's to 'just watch' her getting fucked again by Wes. At six o'clock, I made myself something to eat. But now I knew that Wes was probably at Michelle's, his arse and cock came back into my mind and no matter what I did, it wouldn't leave. I could feel myself getting wet between my pussy lips. I tried reading a book and listening to the radio, but still couldn't get that cock out of my mind.

I made up my mind! I'll go. But only to watch. I really wanted to see that magnificent cock again. That won't hurt, will it? I won't be cheating on my husband if all I do is watch. It'll be just like watching a porn film, but live.

I threw my towel off on my way to the bedroom. I stood in front of the mirror just looking at myself. I cupped my breasts and held them up. I was only 18 years old so at a size 36C, they're still firm without any sag. My areolas aren't too big, but are really dark brown, with nipples that stick out like chapel coat pegs when aroused.

I moved my hands down over my smooth skin, past my 26 inch waist and onto my 36 inch waist. My right hand moved across over my flat stomach and then both ran over my arse, just the right curve and shape. Then over my pubic mound, my hair trimmed nicely, just how Dave liked it, leaving plenty of access to my puffy, moist lips. My inner labia lips were hanging down from my pussy, making it look a little like petals in bloom. Running my finger between them sent shivers throughout my body, especially feeling my juices coating the entrance to my pussy. Raising my finger, I looked at it and could see it shinning with my fluids. I was tempted to taste it, but decided it was time to go.

I decided not to wear a bra; I didn't need one. For some reason I didn't really know, I chose a pair of silky French knickers. No-one else was likely to see them. I was just going to watch. I finished with a white polo shirt and a blue pair of tight jeans and a pair of white pumps. I applied very light makeup and brushed my shoulder length auburn hair, then left to just watch. It was 6.45pm now, later than Michelle said, but I didn't think she'd mind me being late.

I opened Michelle's door and quietly closed it once I was through. I heard laughing and moaning coming from the living room this time. Again, I quietly opened the door, and looked inside. I stared as I saw two squaddies with Michelle and not just one like I expected. I was a little taken aback! I'd never seen two cocks in the flesh before. I'd only ever seen two men and a woman together on the occasional times Dave had borrowed his friends' projector with some porn films for us to watch. But here I was now, seeing my friend, naked, with two hard cocks of her own. And I didn't even know which one was Wes.

One was sat on the sofa and Michelle was on her knees between his open thighs. He was holding his cock while she was bobbing her head up and down its length. I could see her saliva flowing down his shaft, making it shiny and probably slimy, too. He looked at me and smiled.

The other was behind her, bent over, hands on her hips. Michelle's legs were closed and his was spread over her arse. I could hear him grunting as he raised and lowered his arse, forcing his cock as deep as it would go inside her pussy, time and time again. How he didn't cum, I'll never know as he finally pulled his cock free. I looked directly between Michelle's legs to see her slightly swollen lips covered in her juices and wide enough for me to see the pink, delicate insides where his cock had just been buried. I even thought I could see it pulsing in rhythm to her heartbeat, as though it was waiting for the hard shaft to be pushed back in.

But that didn't happen. The one on the sofa whispered something to her. I saw Michelle smile and nod, then get to her feet as he lay all the way back. Michelle straddled his legs, reached underneath her and took hold of his cock. Lowering herself, his cock slid inside her all the way as she bottomed herself on his hips, his balls pushing her swollen pussy hard just below her protruding clit. Michelle, eyes closed, moaned longingly as he filled her vagina fully. She raised her legs one at a time and placed her feet on each of his thighs. Then she leaned back onto his chest. His hands went under her arse and together, she pushed up as he held her steady and then she lowered down hard back onto his cock. She screamed a little in shock as it probably went deeper than she expected and her eyes opened wide.

"Oh, hi...... Emily," she managed to say as her eyes finally focused. "Wes........ brought a............ friend. Hope you don't............ OH GOD............. mind. Just........... take a........... seat.......... If you only want......... to WATCH."

I sat in the chair directly opposite the sofa, watching her being fucked by the other squaddie now. Unlike the other night, this time I had a full view of Michelle's older body. Well, I say old because she's over twice as old as me, but her body didn't show it, except for a little baby belly. I was more surprised to see that she was fully shaved, but it gave me a perfect view of the large cock pumping in and out of her. I could also see that her clit was quite swollen and much bigger than mine.

I could feel my own juices starting to flow in my vagina, watching the live sex show. And it didn't get any easier when the other man stood on the sofa and offered his cock to Michelle's lips. She happily opened her mouth, pushed her tongue out and he fed it along her tongue and into her mouth. She was making slurping sounds and the saliva began running down her chin.

I didn't even notice as my hand moved down in between my legs, pressing my own pussy through my jeans, opening my legs a little wider to allow some movement.

The cock fucking Michelle began thrusting upwards faster. Her moans became louder, more urgent, as she was being fucked towards an orgasm and slurping on the other inside her mouth.

When the feeling became too much for her and her body needed to become more vocal, she pulled him from her mouth, keeping a tight grip on his shaft.

"Fuck, FUCK, FUCK," Michelle screamed. "YES, YES, YES, OH FUCCCCCCCCCCCK!" as she finally rammed herself down onto his cock and pulled her legs together as far as she could. I could see her body twitching and trembling as her orgasm ran through her.

My fingers flipped open my jeans button and then pulled my zip down. I wiggled my hips as I pushed my jeans and knickers over them and down below my knees so that I could open my knees wider. I didn't care that they may see me masturbating; I needed some relief from my own pussy throbbing and I was still just watching, as I slid my hand over my mound.

I saw Michelle stand up, the cock flipping out from between her legs and onto his stomach with a load, wet slap. She turned around and once again spread herself over his cock. She took hold of his very rigid shaft and placed it at her entrance and slowly sunk back down, taking him inside her and releasing a prolonged moan as his cock filled her.

I watched as Michelle slid her body up and down that wonderful, thick shaft, pushing her own folds wide to accept him deep inside her. She was moaning every time he was balls deep inside her, the other cock pushing in and out of her mouth.

With two fingers plunging in and out of my own pussy and rubbing my clit with my other fingers, I wasn't aware of the sounds emanating from my own throat, the closer I came to my own orgasm. The louder Michelle moaned, the faster my fingers worked. My eyes closed as my fingers blurred with the speed I was finger fucking myself. When my orgasm finally hit me, it was intense. I didn't hear my scream, but I felt my back arch and my legs slap together, trapping my hands with my finger still inside me.

As my body began returning to normal, my lags opened allowing my fingers to begin their slow in and out movement again. My thoughts were in a little turmoil. I'd just orgasmed in front of other people; two that I'd only met this evening. But I had kept to what I said to Michelle; I was just here to watch.

I felt something soft pressing against my lips. Opening my eyes, I was looking directly at the other man's thick, meaty cock. Ok, I was still watching, they weren't going to fuck me, so, automatically, with no thought about my husband in another dangerous country, I opened my mouth and accepted it into between my lips as it slid all the way down towards my throat. He grabbed my hair and held my head as he slipped his cock into my mouth until I gaged as it hit my throat. He pulled all the way out, letting me gasp another breath before pushing back in again, all the way to my throat and I gagged again. My husband's cock hadn't reached this far inside.

"Breathe," he said as he slowly withdrew his shaft. "Next time I'm in, swallow as I hit your throat."

He pushed back in slowly. As I felt the need to gag, I did as he said and I felt the cock slip past and into my throat. I couldn't breathe, tears started streaming down my face as his cock went deeper. One of his hands moved onto my neck. He kept pushing, until his hairy balls were resting on my chin and his pubes tickled my nose.

He finally pulled his cock free from my mouth, making me cough and splutter as I took deep breaths again, my face covered in spittle and tears, ruining what little makeup I had applied

"FUCK, she's GOOD!" he said out loud. "I can feel my cock in her throat. Let's go again, girl," he said as he lined his shaft against my lips again.

This time, I had a little problem as his cock once again pushed past my gag. Tears were running from my eyes again as he held me there, my nose pressed into his stomach, a little longer this time. But my body was responding. I began to enjoy the feel of this large cock fucking my throat. I could feel my juices flowing faster in my pussy.

I knew I shouldn't be doing this. I only came to watch. I'd only been married six months and my husband was in a different land, risking his life. And what was I doing? I was home, with another man's cock fucking my throat, something my husband hadn't even tried.

And then I felt someone begin to remove my jeans from around my ankles. I didn't try to stop them as they pulled my knickers free, too, and then they lifted my legs high and wide, resting them on the chair arms. I knew then what was going to happen, what these lads had every intention of doing with me. Now was the time to stop it now that my pussy was fully exposed for them to do anything they wanted to me. But I didn't. All thoughts of my husband just flittered away out of my mind. My body, my feelings, were now controlling me. And I didn't think I could have stopped them, even if I had wanted; especially when I felt a wet, smooth tongue lick from my arse to my clit in one go.

Fleetingly, I wondered where Michelle was. Why didn't she try to stop them? Perhaps she knew that deep down I wanted this to happen. Then I knew that one of the tongues belonged to Michelle because there was a tongue pushing through my wet folds of my vagina and I had the cock of the other in my mouth, then another pair of hands pushed my shirt up around my neck, freeing my breasts, one hand squeezing my right breast and a pair of soft, wet lips clamped around my other.

The tongue pushed my lips apart and began tongue-fucking me, sending waves of pleasure through my whole body. Dave didn't do this. My husband had never given me oral, so this was a new feeling to me. And then the tongue flicked my clit. I exploded. I had NEVER felt that before. My FIRST EVER orgasm and I hadn't even had a cock inside me either.

My free hand grabbed his hair and pulled his face hard into my mound. Electric bolts shot from my clit all the way to my nipples. I pulled the cock from my mouth to make sure I didn't bite it and screamed, loud. Whoever was between my legs was forcing them wide to stop me clamping them together.

I was breathing heavy, my heart pumping fast as I tried to relax.

"Fucking hell, Em!" I heard Michelle say, laughing somewhere in the distance. "Do I sound like that when I cum, Wes?"

I heard one of them mumble an answer, but I still wasn't sure which one. I was sure I could feel my juices running from me. The cock was trying again to enter my mouth and as soon as I was breathing better, I opened my lips and let him continue, using my tongue now to tease his shaft. I could feel his throbbing vein underneath, the soft skin on its head and the ridges of the small veins running up and down it. I couldn't believe how something so soft to touch could feel so hard at the same time. With my free hand I gently fondled his balls. They felt heavy, full, and now I had no doubt they were going to empty inside me. I was looking forward to it.

With the cock still in my mouth, I felt something soft run down my slit, opening my petals. I then felt it press at the forbidden entrance of my insides. I could feel how thick his cock was compared to my husbands and I became frightened. It was too big.

"NO! STOP, please," I cried. "You're too big!" I knew myself that it was just a token remark; said to make me feel as though I was resisting the inevitable. But he ignored me, as I hoped he would, and began to press in to me. I could feel the pressure as he pressed harder, stretching me wider, making me yell out. He didn't stop as he gently pressed deeper and then stopped. I could feel my vaginal walls stretching to accommodate this new size invading me. I could feel pressure building between my wide open legs, pressure I hadn't felt from my husband. I knew that they were all looking at me and without warning, my body trembled and I couldn't control my voice as I moaned long and loud as I had my first penetration orgasm. He only had his cock inside me and hadn't even started fucking me yet.

Then he began, pulling out until I thought he would stop, then thrusting in again, hard. Time after time he did this until eventually I could feel his shaft start to throb as my own walls began to contract and grip him tighter. I could feel every contour, every rigid vein, as he hammered in and out. My body began to shake and I automatically wrapped them around his waist, trying to pull as much of him inside me as I could. And I could feel his cock spurting inside me, feeling it spasm as he held it fully inserted, bringing me to a second, immediate orgasm.

He didn't remove his cock. He just left it inside of me as I felt it throbbing to his heartbeat and slowly shrinking, although he still felt large and firm as my walls involuntary contracted, trying to keep a hold of him.

At first, I felt panic. I let another man cum inside me, only the second one ever. I wasn't on the pill. And then I remembered; I was pregnant already with my husband's child. Relief flooded over me.

"Your turn," I heard him say as he pulled out of me, our mixed fluids seeping out between my tender lips. "You'll fucking love her. Her cunt is so tight, mate."

He released my thighs and I felt the blood flow through them as I stretched a little. I didn't realise how much pressure he'd put on them holding my legs and gripping them tight. I also felt the other cock removed from my hand. Once I'd started cumming I'd pulled him out of my mouth; I didn't want to bite him, but kept a hold of it, still slowly stroking him.

"She can take it into her throat, too," the other one said as he changed places.

Once he was between my legs, he slapped one of my arse cheeks. "Turn round, onto your knees, bitch," he said.

Bitch? Who does he think he's calling a bitch? But I wanted another cock inside me. I felt empty, so I did as I was told.

I closed my aching legs and sat up. Michelle leaned over me, smiling, and lifted my shirt over my head, leaving me totally in the nude now. But I willing did as he told me, resting my elbows on the back of the chair and opening my legs as far as the chair arms allowed, waiting for only the third cock to ever fuck me. Instead, I felt hands on either of my arse cheeks pushing them wider. I could now feel the sperm he had left inside me begin to ooze out between my swollen lips, but not for long as I then felt a tongue lick from my clit to my arse and then back again.

I turned my head to see Michelle behind me, lapping his seed from my channel, cleaning me. I moaned and closed my eyes as she pushed her tongue inside between my moist petals and her nose pressed into my arsehole.

A hand gently rested on my cheek and pulled my head around to the front. I opened my eyes to see a semi hard cock in front of me, being held towards my lips. It had just been inside me, fucking me, and it looked slimy, covered in our white, frothy juices and I really didn't want it in my mouth. But he pulled my head towards it and pushed it against my lips. I opened my mouth and allowed him to sink across my tongue and into my throat. Closing my lips around him, I used my tongue to lick and clean around him. He pulled slowly out and my lips kept the results of my extramarital union in my mouth. I swallowed, tasting the gooey, salty mixture slide down my throat. It didn't taste as bad as I thought.

I felt the slight pressure slide my petals open willingly as Michelle's tongue tantalised my pleasure zone, bringing me close and them pulling back and leaving me on the edge of an orgasm.

Then, I felt the soft head of the second shaft, prodding at my entrance. As he pressed inside me slowly, I could feel he was thicker than I'd had before (not that I'd had that many to compare it to). I released the cock in my mouth and twisted my head to see him.

"Gently, please," I whispered to him, my voice shaking a little.

I kept watching as he pressed slowly, my eyes closing, a moan leaving my lips. The cock in front of me forgotten as my whole body was shaking with anticipation, my muscles expanding to fit the largest cock I have had inside me. I could feel him sinking deeper and then he stopped, my body adjusting itself to feel it inside me. Then he began pushing once again, sinking deeper than anyone else had, until I felt him pressing against my cervix.

I was that full, my body convulsed and I moaned loudly again as I instantly orgasmed. The flow of my own juices was managing to fill whatever space they could find around this monster inside me. He just held my hips, not moving, until the orgasmic wave had worked its way through me and my body began to settle a little.

I finally opened my eyes and remembered the cock that I had in my hand. I heard Michelle moaning across from me and looked towards her. The other cock was inside her, across from me, as he fucked her hard. Her back was against the wall and he was holding her under her arse, legs spread wide in front of him as he fucked her standing up.

I closed my eyes and lowered my head onto my arms as his friend behind me began to withdraw and thrust back into me. As his speed increased, it felt like he was driving deep into the core of my body, deeper than anyone before. Each time he slammed into my cervix, creating a little pain that turned into pleasure.

He must have been fucking me like this for a good five minutes before I felt him swell even more. I heard a rumble from his throat and felt the first jet splash into my closed womb. Jet after jet followed it until my own orgasm took over my body and I disappeared into a euphoric bliss.

What seemed like hours but in reality was only a few seconds, I began to feel the tight squeezing of both my arse cheeks where he gripped as he emptied into me. My vagina was still contracting, trying to keep a hold of this huge cock that was slowly losing its strength and girth, but was still inside me, holding the inevitable wave of our mixed juices flooding from me.

I could hear moaning and groaning and managed to open my eyes. Michelle had now wrapped her legs around his waist, held there by her crossed ankles. Her arms were wrapped around his neck. Her face was pressed into his shoulder as his arse thrust hard and fast inside her. I actually saw him clench his arse together as he began emptying his juice inside my friend. Michelle's eyes were closed tight, her screaming muffled by his shoulder as her own orgasm hit her.

Finally, her ankles parted and her feet fell to the floor. He still held her up to stop her from collapsing. Behind me, I finally felt his cock slip from my folds and immediately, the juice started oozing, some sliding down my leg and the hands gripping my arse relaxed. But I still didn't have the strength to lift my head from my arms.

The squaddie with Michelle let her go when her legs would hold her. As he turned, I couldn't help but look at his now flaccid cock. It had just fucked both of us, filling both of us in a pretty short time.

"Clean it for me," he said walking towards me, holding it between his fingers and offering it to my lips again. I didn't hesitate this time as I first used my tongue all over and around it, removing all the thick drops clinging to his soft skin. Then, taking hold of it, I pushed his skin back, forcing his bulbous head out and using my tongue again over, under and all around, making sure everything was cleaned off. Finally, lifting the cock against his stomach, I held his balls with my other hand and leaned forward with my tongue, making sure they were cleaned too. By the time I had finished, I could feel his cock begin to throb once again.

From somewhere, he'd found my knickers and passed them to me. As I turned to put them on, I saw that Michelle was on her knees between the legs of the lad who had just cum inside me. She was taking care of his shaft the same as I just had with the other. Michelle had already put her own knickers on. The other man and I sat on the sofa next to them. When she thought his cock was clean enough, she sat the other side of him, which put me in the middle of the two men. They had both put their own pants on, too. I assumed to make sure nothing marked Michelle's furniture.

"Well, where the fuck have you been hiding, Emily?" one of them said. I felt my face heat up as I became embarrassed. "You have a beautiful, juicy cunt that everyone will want to fuck and fill."

"She's not been posted here long," Michelle answered for me as she watched both of them start to stroke one of my legs each, heading upwards from my knees. "Her husband is away with mine."

"So we'll see you both again?" said the other one. Unconsciously, I had opened my legs a little wider. The hand on my right had found its way under my knickers and two fingers were gently pushing in and out between my swollen petals, squishing the mess about inside me. The other hand slipped under and started rubbing my clit.

"That may happen," Michelle said, slapping both of the hands, making them pull away. "Right now, you need to get dressed and leave. It's getting late and we need to rest."

Without another word they did as Michelle told them. They were probably thinking that if they didn't leave, they wouldn't get to fuck either of us again.

"We need a hot drink, I think," Michelle said, getting up and going to the kitchen.

I thought about what had just happened to me while she was making the drinks. I'd just been fucked by two men that had bigger cocks than my husband. And I fucking loved it! I had never felt this relaxed and COMPLETE, after Dave had fucked me.

"Why did you ask them to leave?" I asked Michelle.

"Because they had to get home to their families," she answered.

"FAMILIES?" I shouted. "You mean we've just let two married soldiers have sex with us?" I was shocked.

"Of course! You didn't think we'd fuck single men did you? Married ones won't brag to their mates. They don't want their own wives finding out. And let's face it, Emily. They've just fucked two married women. We have husbands and they have wives."

I suppose I could see the logic. If I'd just fucked two single squaddies the first thing they'd do is go back to camp and tell their mates. Dave would soon find out then probably divorce me. I couldn't have that. I loved him.

As we talked, I could feel the tears building up and somehow managed to hold them back. My husband was the only man I'd willing given my body to just six months ago and now I had given it willingly to two men I had just met tonight. And I didn't even know their names. At that moment, I felt like a whore. I'd betrayed my husband and even the baby I was carrying. I wasn't doing this again; not to my husband and not even watching.

"Maybe you didn't expect being fucked tonight," Michelle said. "Let alone by two men. But when you were getting ready to come over here, knowing you were going to see me being fucked, surely you must have known something was going to happen."

"No, I didn't," I replied quietly. "Just watch. That's all I wanted to do."

"And when you pushed down your jeans and knickers and started playing with yourself?" Michelle went on. "Didn't you think you were inviting them? Telling them that you were available to them? That you were here for them to fuck?"

Oh, God, she was right. It was my fault. I didn't expect anything to happen. Well, maybe a blowjob after I'd pulled my jeans down. I'd only come to watch, to learn. But I never thought that I would allow what happened to happen. Not today, anyway. With two men I'd only met tonight. And I didn't even know their names.

"And you still came over anyway. I think you wanted to. Even if you thought about Dave at some point, it didn't stop you opening your legs for them both and allowing them both to cum inside you. I know it pleased you. I saw you orgasm a few times. And it was obvious to me that you were pleased with what happened to you. But so is what you're feeling now; remorse. I was the same the first time. But I got over it the more times it happened."

"I'm sorry, Michelle," I sobbed. "They came to fuck you and I ended taking them away from you."

"Don't worry about it," she said with a chuckle. "They did fuck me. And I came a few times. You ended up with more of that gooey stuff inside you than I did, anyway. And I don't mind THAT.

"Anyway, I learnt something new about myself. I never thought I'd be licking and sucking sperm from another woman's vagina, and enjoying it."

I felt my face burn with embarrassment, remembering the feeling of her tongue, scooping all of the cum from my insides, bringing me to another orgasm.

"I loved it too," I said quietly as she took hold of my hand and squeezed it.

I became suddenly aware that I was sitting next to my friend and we were both just wearing our knickers. I could feel some of the foreign liquid filling my insides. All I wanted now was to go home and have a hot bath to finish cleaning myself out.

"I'll run the bath for you," she said, as if reading my mind. "It's not as if we've husbands and kids to get back for is it?"

Before I could answer, Michelle was on her feet and heading towards the bathroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I wanted to cry, but couldn't.

Six months! Six FUCKING months! That's all the time I've been married. This is the longest I've been separated from Dave for more than a couple of days. And what do I do? I go and fuck two other guys, and there's still 3 months to go!

Then I thought of Michelle. Was what happened tonight her fault for inviting me here? But I could have said no to her. And I didn't have to pull my jeans down and start masturbating. Or was it the two lads. They took advantage of me when I was in a vulnerable position. But then I think back to the part where it was me that began removing my clothes.

None of it made it right what I had just done, but the fact that I enjoyed every physical sensation, every deep thrust from their cocks, every orgasm they gave me, I began to feel ok about it.

"Bath's ready," Michelle said, just appearing from nowhere. She took my hand and led me into the bathroom, steam filling the small space. I felt her hands on my hips pushing my knickers down around my feet. She'd even put bubble bath in as I climbed in steadily and lowered my aching body below the warm water.

"Stay here tonight," she said as she lowered herself into the other end of the bath. I didn't answer, but I smiled at her, letting her know that I would. "Turn round and lay back against me, Emily."

I turned and sat back down as she opened her legs as wide as she could in the bath tub. As I lay back, her hands came around me and held each of my breasts and very gently squeezed them, her fingers lightly pinching my nipples, sending tingly little sparks through my body.

"I'm just going to help you get clean," Michelle whispered in my ear. "Then we'll get some sleep."

She continued to clean me, paying particular attention to my vagina. She asked me to open my legs as far as I could and pressed two fingers in and out of me, forcing the water deep and swilling the semen left out. It wasn't sexual; it was caring.

Telling me to climb out, Michelle then patted me dry and took my hand, pulling me into her bedroom. I had that vision again of her legs wide with Wes slamming into her, knowing that same cock fucked me earlier.

"Welcome to the AWC," she said as she gave me one of Andy's T-shirts to wear. I pulled it on and it was a little large, thankfully, falling just below my arse. I crept into the bed and curled onto my side. I felt Michelle climb in behind me and spooned herself against me. Her arm found its way under my shirt and her hand found my left breast, squeezed lightly, then just held it as we both fell into a deep sleep.