The Colonel's Woman

When Jasper got home and went upstairs to change, he saw Konrad fucking his wife. Jenny lay back on the marital bed, her boot covered feet up over the burley shoulders of the man who had once been Jasper's commanding officer in the army. Colonel Konrad as he was affectionately known by most was of German extraction. His father had been a Panzer grenadier commander in the war. Konrad had inherited the steel blue eyes of his father, and the same direct approach to life as well. Life was about strategy and tactics, so there was little chance that this was a moment's chemistry instinct. Konrad had wanted Jenny for a long time, and now that Jasper and his wife had both left the services, there was no reason to delay the seduction. Jasper had been a captain, and Jenny a major back in the day. Now, rank had its privileges and there would be no quarter given if Jasper tried to object. Both Konrad and his wife outranked him.

He stood silently on the landing for a moment, watching them through the open bedroom door. Konrad was well built, with the tight buttocks that women adored. Right now they were clenching as he drove his cock inside her repeatedly. With each thrust she squelched, and with each rhythmic thrust, they made the sucking, slupping noise that Jasper always associated with porn sex. She was bloody wet and really greedy, moaning her desire for him. He was making her climax so easily, and he didn't stop doing that even when he glanced back and saw Jasper standing there.

'Fuck off!' he ordered brusquely and thrust hard into her again.

'Sorry' said Jasper, bereft for anything bigger or better to say. He nearly added 'sir'. Staring lamely at them for a moment longer, he realised how perfect his wife had looked in the little leather skirt she wore to dinner with Konrad. She looked as though she was gagging for it, and now, well, now Konrad was taking her.

'Are you still there?' Konrad barked irritably, 'fuck off! Jenny will tell you what next on the phone.'

'Yes sir, sorry sir!' Jasper yelped. It was as if he had been bitten by an adder, the retort stung that much.

Slup, slup, slup, slup, the conquest continued. His wife was gasping deliriously, begging for him to spunk her. Spunk... she never used that word.

He half ran half stumbled back down the stairs. Behind up, back in the bedroom he heard Konrad laugh and assure his conquest that Jasper would do as he was fucking well told. He always had. He was good junior officer material, but it was no surprise at all that the 'sad shit' hadn't passed his field rank promotion exams. Jenny deserved far better and it was only officer etiquette that had stopped him from seducing her when they all served in the same battalion. They were fucking and laughing by turn. Konrad has once made him salute his wife three times over insisting that he wasn't smart enough with the compliment. 'You humiliated him!' laughed Jenny. 'Yes' confirmed her suitor, and then she said groaning, 'you take what you want... don't you!'

Almost falling out of the front door, Jasper hurried back to the car. What he had just witnessed devastated him. The sight of Konrad on top of her, pinning her arms above her head, his cock banging inside her. Her legs in the air, the leather boots that he had polished for her only the evening before, waving in the air. Konrad must have ripped down her skirt and knickers, over the boots, and pushed her back onto the bed, so urgent for the fucking. He smelled the sex, the musky smell of copulation. There had been a heat to the smell, the mustiness of intimate flesh banging and clinging together, and then yawning scent of her cunt lubricating him as he pumped inside her.

Fumbling to start the car again, he remembered something from the army days. He and Jenny had got drunk at a mess dinner. They were playing dare thoughts, and Jenny's was to imagine Konrad seducing her. In the fantasy he was fucking her in the mess against the bar whilst several approving senior officers watched the copulation. Back then Jasper had been turned on by the idea. It was impossible. It went beyond the officer code. Jenny had taunted him then, 'but you wouldn't resist if he did, would you? You know that all the wives would go with Colonel Konrad if he made a move on them!' Jasper had blushed then and shook his head. No, there was a battalion loyalty too, a commitment to the Fuhrer (that was what Konrad got called when he disciplined men). Had Konrad made his move, then he would have fucked his favourite female adjutant, and her husband would have looked the other way.

Jasper didn't have a clear idea about where to go, but he ended up in the local town. They still lived near the army camp where Konrad was stationed, soon to be a brigadier. Konrad had asked Jenny to help host a video horse racing evening in the mess. A single senior officer, there was no shame in inviting someone attractive and charming to add something feminine to the proceedings. The leather skirt though, that which she insisted on wearing, that was risqué. She was signalling what she needed.

Well, now he was taking her, thought Jasper as he drove miserably through the night. It would hardly be discrete. The other officers, in the mess, they would know what Konrad was doing. He was going to seduce a married woman and turn her into his mistress. He shuddered thinking about it. The relentless pounding would lead to multiple climaxes and soon, dear god soon, his wife's cunt would be full of the Fuhrer's semen.

Someone stepped into the road and Jasper barely stopped in time. He slammed on the brakes and let the drunk wend his way over the road and towards the kebab shop. There was a bar nearby, and the sound of loud music, so he parked the car, and head down, shoulders hunched, he made his way inside to try and make sense of what had just happened. What he really needed was a quiet, upmarket inn with a snug retreat bar. He needed somewhere quiet to think. But what he got was a noisy bar with a lot of young women flaunting themselves at the black male clientele. They wore skirts much like Jenny's. They wore tops that showed off their breasts', and they danced in suggestive ways. Jasper shuddered, when women really wanted it, they made the matter bloody obvious. Perhaps that was what Jenny his wife had done. Perhaps all night long at the mess function she had made it patently clear that she would open her pretty thighs for Konrad and fuck what her husband thought about that!

To his horror, he felt something then. He had an erection and he badly needed to wank. Konrad would satisfy his wife so perfectly, so completely, squirting spunk inside her bareback, that the sex would be the best she had ever known. She would scream and grunt on his ramming cock, gasping and grinding back down the length of his erection, bumping against his pubes and then tensing tight on his shaft as she drew back, so that he felt the clutch of her grasping sex. Her ample breasts and throat would turn puce red, and her nipples would be bullet hard. She would beg for it, beg for the thumping delivery from his cock, and when she got what she so richly deserved, because her cunt was hypnotic, she would scream her devotion to him...'oh... oh darling!'

Instead of ordering a drink, he made his way straight for the toilets, found a cubicle and dropped his pants. His cock was aching, and it was throbbing, and this was fucking shameful. It was so fucking shameful! Still, he started to jerk on his cock, rocking on his feet and resting his head against Victorian cistern. It was incredibly hypnotic and so fucking needful. He could almost smell the leather of her boots up around his neck, he could hear the incessant squelching as his manhood dug deep inside her. Of course he deserved her. She was such a confidant and arrogant bitch. The adjutant of a battalion was the disciplinarian of the organisation, and she had been decisive and sometimes cruel. The men hated his wife, but they feared her too. Now it was happening. He was fucking her and she was revelling in it. At last! At last! I have wanted this soooo long darling.

He ejaculated and his sperm jolted uselessly against the wall and then down into the toilet pan. The sudden eruption was painful, feeling as though his balls were yanked a foot up inside his body. He gasped and then grunted, as the spunk belched out. Jenny's cunt, stretched and filled. Jenny's cunt, sucking, sucking on that cock. Of late his wife had been increasingly dismissive of him. She had not wanted them to leave the army. She had the potential to make Colonel too. It was just him, the families' officer, the welfare officer, the social worker in a military uniform. Well, that was pathetic!

'That you Captain Jasp?'

What?! Jasper gasped.

'You OK sir... it is you, ain't it?' The voice again, from somewhere outside the cubicle.

'Don't worry sir, I understand, I do!' came the voice.

It was familiar from somewhere. It was familiar from army days. Jasper wiped his aching cock with tissues as quickly as he could and pushed it back inside his pants.

'It's Sergeant Nolan sir. You helped me when Tara left me with the kids.'

'Terry Nolan?' ventured Jasper, his voice thinner, weaker than he wanted. His hands were trembling.

'Yes sir, the very same! It's been a while, but things resolved sir. Tara came back and said that we could live different. I just had to raise Jamal's kiddies as well as my own. As long as Jamal could come and go as he pleased in our house, and I didn't think I had cock rights with Tara, then we could cope.'

Jasper's heart plummeted. He had sadly recommended divorce. The only right way to proceed when a black guy hypnotised your wife was to cut and run. That was the clean solution.

'Tara's here, tonight, in the bar, with some of Jamal's bros sir. It's a different life...' Terry Nolan's voice fell away in defeat.

He was a cuck. He was a humiliated cuck, paraded in what had become a black bar.

'And you can live that way?' Jasper managed, his voice quavering.

There came a nervous laugh. 'Have to really sir, wouldn't dare to go up against Jamal. I have four kids to look after now. He bred her sir and I love Tara so much....'

Jasper opened the door. He was curious about what subjugation looked like. He was curious to see the defeat in the eyes of a man that he had advised to take the other path. The man who stood there, with a leather collar about his throat, open shirt and jeans, he looked smaller than he remembered. This was what an owned man looked like. Terry Nolan smiled sadly.

'Forgive the impudence sir, but I'm guessing you know now?'

Jasper frowned. The man was being obtuse.

'That the Fuhrer is fucking your missus. Sir, I'm sorry, you gave me good advice and I didn't follow it. Now something similar has happened to you. He's fucking the adjutant and you can't stop it.'

'She's not the adjutant, we left the army!' snapped Jasper.

Sergeant Terry Nolan nodded.

Jasper frowned.

'She was the adjutant then, sir, when he first started fucking her. You got all the exercises to run with us lot, away off camp. You got the extra guard duty officers, from your wife, for mess etiquette infringements, because the Fuhrer was popping around to fuck her.'

Jasper visibly shook. For a moment he thought that he might keel over.

'It's OK sir, they were very discrete, but me and the others in the Sergeant's mess, well we watch officers as a kind of sport. We reckoned that we knew which night the Fuhrer poked her one because the next day she would be less sharp with the rest of us. We kinda wanted him to drill her because we had an easier time of it then.'

'Shit!' muttered Jasper.

'Don't fret sir, honest, it's natural. If a woman is well bred like the adjutant, then she is discerning and demands the best. It's instinct sir. It was with my mistress. I was never going to make the grade, and I guess that your wife has judged you too.'

Jasper wanted to hit the guy. But he didn't. Instead, he said,

'How long?'

Sergeant Nolan mused a moment, 'may be three years. I see she was back at the mess last night sir. She looked damned sexy. The Fuhrer can be open now, he's taken her off you.'

Jasper fell back against the cubicle. May be the toilet floor was wet. May be it was that? He felt sick to the stomach. Any second now and he would spew.

Terry Nolan touched his shoulder.

'Sorry sir. I'm sorry, you were good to me back when Tara fell for Jamal. I know how this feels.'

Jasper shook his head slowly, this was bloody surreal. This couldn't be happening.

'But there's a chance sir. If you know now. If she has told you that she's seeing the Fuhrer, and that she won't give him up. You can be humble sir. You can find a way with this. I did.'

Jasper stared at him. 'He's fucking her now.... in our bed' he whispered.

Terry Nolan nodded. Yes, of course. That was natural too.

'Territory sir. Advance to contact and hold the ground... you know that sir. They taught you it at Sandhurst.'

Jasper nodded dumbly.

'The Fuhrer will want to keep you on, as her play thing. It's an ego thing sir, its alpha. Jamal wanted Tara to own me, and the Fuhrer will want Jenny to own you. It's not enough to win every time he fucks her, he has to see you defeated over and over.'

Jasper retched over a sink, but nothing came. It was as if he had been emptied completely from within. It was as if his body was suddenly a desert.

'You could leave sir. You told me that was the best thing to do. Maybe it is, but I heard you wanking sir. I heard you and thought no, he needs to live my way. They might let you sir. They might let you,' Terry Nolan ventured.

Jasper shook his head again. His mind was spinning. It was devastating.

'Do you lick her cunt sir,' his counsellor wondered, 'only if you do, that might be part of it in the future. He might like you licking her out once he has taken her. She might like that... any woman can become a bitch.'

Jasper stared at him. He did lick Jenny's cunt. He wondered what he had been licking up over the years?

Two black men sauntered into the toilet. They checked Jasper over, their eyes searching and aggressive. He felt assessed for danger, but they found none.

'You,' snorted one of them to Nolan, 'your mistress needs drinks. You fagging it in here instead to doing the bidding boy?'

Nolan shook his head vigorously and apologised. He had to go. He had to go, but he left Jasper a card with his telephone number on it. 'Ring me sir, you can handle this, promise,' he whispered, and was then ushered out.

The mobile phone rang. It was Jenny.

Jasper dragged down a breath and answered.

'Look, I'm so sorry for intruding, that was rude. I am just so sorry and I understand. I accept everything.... just don't leave me. Please don't leave me,' he whispered urgently.

'You disgust me. You are so fucking weak' Jenny observed calmly.

'Yes... yes I am. I'm embarrassing... I know that.' He responded.

There was a pause.

'Are you ready to hear terms from Konrad? He won't take any arguments' she said sharply.

'Yes... yes, anything!'

'Where are you? Konrad will come and speak to you. You're not allowed back in the house until all this is sorted,' she instructed.

He gave the name of the bar. And then, and then, he waited.