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Padre's wife
by Isabella

Story Code: M+/F, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Blackmail

I was a new wife, my husband was a new Padre, he was in a new post, one of the largest posts in England, as a young lieutenant in the British Army, he was very much the bottom of the heap and working hard to try and get promotion.

We married as soon as he finished seminary school, just a month before he took up his post at Caterick, in North Yorkshire, a camp with ten thousand men and a thousand women on the strength if they weren't posted out. Our courtship wasn't 'dramatic' Harry was studying at seminary when we met; I had him spotted as Army or Air force from the get-go but never as a trainee vicar. Harry had the looks of a commando, a body so tight you could bounce a coin off of his stomach.

I have to say that I was disappointed when we only got to see each other once a week and in all the time we were courting Harry never did more than light 'petting' but he was such a gentleman that I still agreed to marry him. I wasn't exactly a virgin bride on my wedding night but I kind of got the feeling that Harry may have been. Harry was disappointed at the lack of blood after the act and I was disappointed with the act. I had only had sex twice with two partners but even the sixteen year old who took my virginity when I was fourteen made a better job of it than Harry.

I think we did the deed three times on our honeymoon and as soon as we were in quarters in camp, it slipped to just once a month, just twelve times in a whole year, then Harry was posted out for a six month tour and, I'm ashamed to say that if it hadn't been for my fingers and my hairbrush handle, I would have gone crazy in Caterick for the six months that Harry was away in Afghanistan.

I had been suffering from influenza, fought that for a week, all I could say was that it was a good thing that I hadn't needed to leave the house to go to work or anything like that as it would have been impossible. After being in bed for a week, not eating properly and taking no exercise the whole time, I ended up with an infection, in the lower, intimate area. I didn't go to see the doctor, I hated visiting the camp doctor and where the infection was, it would have meant that he would have been forced to do an intimate, internal examination, that was definitely at the very bottom of my list of 'last resorts', right next to Skegness.

I had similar infections in the past, usually I was prescribed Canesten® by the doctor, the cream could be purchased over the counter for half the price of a NHS prescription anyway, so it made sense for me to miss out the doctor and go straight to the pharmacist and get Canesten® over the counter. I got to the pharmacy at lunch time on Friday, the pharmacist was out but the trainee was looking after the shop, I asked for the cream, he searched high and low but couldn't find it anywhere, he looked in the 'substitution' book to see if there was anything else that he could sell me, he found something called Androfem®, that was almost as hard to find as the other cream but eventually he found a single tube, unboxed in a samples draw. Androfem® five percent. I was told to use it exactly as I would use the usual cream and charged the same price.

I managed to apply a little of the cream as soon as I got home, again before I went to bed and again when I woke in the morning on Saturday, the itch from the infection seemed to already be gone after just three applications, but I knew the importance of keeping up the treatment until well after the itch seemed to have gone away.

I had taken the bus into Darlington later that morning, it was just two weeks before Harry was due to rotate back to the Garrison, I was emotionally at about my lowest point and even though I felt a little horny, I just couldn't face doing it for myself one more time, even while walking around Darlington I just kept saying to myself over and over again, 'Harry will be home in fourteen days, then I'll get some for real'.

Harry was the only vicar out of the chaplain's office out in the field at that time, so all the other vicar's wives had their men at home with them, so I was the only one missing out on the arms of the man they loved. There were around three hundred other wives on the base or in housing in the area and they all had their clicks of friends to give mutual support, I did try going to one barbeque with the other wives but as soon as they realised I was the vicar's wife it was like I had a bad case of BO or something, a six foot zone of clear space all around me.

There was a film show of all of the films directed by Bernardo Bertolucci at a small 'flea pit' of a cinema, it was billed as a high-art event, the films weren't individually listed and as I was at a loose ened until I could pick up a dress I had dropped into the dry cleaners on a four hour special clean, I paid my ten pounds and went in to see what films were showing.

I walked in as a film was just starting, I had no idea what the film was about but it was called 'Ultimo tango a Parigi' I sat there and to my surprise the film was a light pornography film including an anal sex scene using butter as the lubricant. Well, that was the wrong film for a sexually frustrated woman to go and see, especially one whose husband had been away for five months, two weeks, two days and fifteen hours, not to mention the thirty seconds.

I was actually fortunate that as it was an 'Art Film' show that hadn't gone into much detail about what was playing on a sunny Saturday afternoon, I was actually the only person sitting there watching the film.

I left the cinema and didn't even bother waiting to collect my dress from the cleaners, I just jumped on the first bus back to camp, I had changed my internal mantra to 'Fuck this, I need to get in my bedroom and ride my hairbrush for all I'm worth'.

The bus took longer to return to camp than usual and by the time we got into Caterick I was busting for a pee. I had been at the camp for two years, I had walked from the bus to the camp gates hundreds of time and I had never been tempted to use the public toilet at the side of the bus stop before but I was so desperate that I had to run in as soon as I could get off the bus.

I opened the door to the first stall, there was no paper, pushed the second stall's door open, no toilet seat, the third stall seemed to have everything going for it, a little paper and a seat and as I closed the door, there was even a bolt on the door.

I used a little of the toilet tissue to wipe the seat before I sat down. The wall of the toilet was made of un-plastered brick and at the side of the toilet I was sitting on there were two sheets of toilet tissue stuck to the wall that separated the men's toilet from the woman's toilet. I relaxed into the task at hand and it sounded like a waterfall. I was distracted by the toilet paper lifting and a man whispering, "Stand up, let me see you pissing."

I was stunned and shocked, without thinking I looked closely at the wall and behind the paper stuck to the wall, the man blew into a hole on his side of the wall and both sheets of paper lifted, there was a half a brick missing from the wall and as I looked the man stood up and aimed his cock at the hole in the wall. I only caught a fleeting glance but the man was totally naked from what I could see and he had to be military as his body was so muscular and 'Oh My God' was he a big boy (between the legs).

I realised that as he was standing up he wouldn't be able to see me so I jumped up and pulled my knickers up, I didn't even bother to flush, I was just heading for the door, then I realised that there was another hole at about head height, the hole was drilled at a downward angle so that the guy could see my lower body while he was standing up, so he may have seen my lower body while I was pulling my knickers up.

I ran from the toilet to the gatehouse of the camp and then stood there at the barrier looking back at the toilet, I stood there shaking, expecting a man to walk out at any moment and follow me to the camp. Eventually a squaddie came over to me, "I'm sorry Mrs Sanders but we've gone to 'Bikini-Black' so I have to search your bags, can you follow me into the block house please."

I really wanted to keep looking to see who it was that had been looking at me through the hole in the wall but the Guard was insistent that I go with him. It was actually unusual for there to be soldiers in the guardhouse, gate security was provided by a civilian organisation, the civilian guard was just sitting watching the CCTV monitors and it was a little frightening to realise that the squaddie that had approached me and the civilian guard were the only two in the guardhouse that were unarmed, four men wearing body armour and carrying SA80 Mk2's in their hands pointing at the floor were also in the room. My bags were tipped out onto the large table and five men watched as the unarmed man went through my shopping.

I had been getting ready for my husband's return so I had a little sexy lingerie from the best store in Doncaster, I blushed as the soldier held up my thongs, skimpy bra's and new nighties, I blushed even more when he found my Ann Summers bag and tipped out my 'Naughty Nurse' play suit. Five men stood tittering at the young Chaplin's wife and her inappropriate shopping.

I quickly stuffed all my new clothes into my shopping bags and as I slipped through the door, the guard who had searched my bags stopped me; "I think Lieutenant Sanders' car could be parked within twenty-five feet of the Chaplin's office, the boys are working their way around the car parks at the moment, the Chaplaincy will be the last area to be checked, I'd hate for your husband to get a twenty five quid a day fine. They were all told before they shipped out to make sure their cars were in the green zone!"

I rushed home, the fine wouldn't be important, Lieutenants were on excellent pay, the problem would be the black mark on his permanent record, Harry was ambitious, he wanted to make his way up through the ranks and as a Vicar or Chaplin, the only way to rise through the ranks was to keep your record clean and work hard. In the Chaplaincy, you couldn't storm a hill or take a bridgehead to get yourself noticed; you just did it by almost being unnoticed.

I dumped my shopping in my house and picked up Harry's car key, I remembered my treatment and applied a little Androfem® to the rough area that I could remember the infection being, perhaps a little wider area than necessary as I couldn't feel that itch any longer. I had no idea how to drive so I knocked on the other four doors on my side of the street, no answer, I crossed the road and knocked on the five front doors on that side of the road, still no reply. I walked to the car park, Harry's car was the only one parked close to the building. There was a slight gradient towards the building so my idea of pushing the car back was a non-starter.

'How hard could this be, I'd seen people drive hundreds of times.' I got in the car; Harry hadn't even locked his doors, that would be another fine when the camp was under extra security measures. I waggled the stick; it didn't move from side to side, Harry must have left the car in gear for some reason. The stick looked quite far forward so I pulled it back, it didn't move, I pulled it back harder, still nothing.

I spotted the PTI Corporal, Harry called him a toy soldier because he marched everywhere, even in civvies. I got out of the car and called out to him, he stamped his feet, turned in my direction and marched right up to me, stamped his feet again and saluted me, longest way up, two three, shortest way down. "Mam!" I was taken aback, as PTI, the Corporal never spoke at less than one hundred and ten decibels. "I need help moving my husband's car, can you help me please?" "Yes Mam!" Again with the shouting, "Can you help me quietly please, I don't want the search team to get attracted to this area until the car is moved." Corporal Williams stamped his feet apart and moved his hands from his side to his back, two, three, "Would you like to get back into the car madam?" Much better, no shouting while at ease.

I went to walk around the car but Corporal Williams stopped me, "The driving seat please madam!" "But I can't drive." "I guessed that madam, but I'm not insured for your husband's car and I'm on duty at the moment, I'm part of the guard detail checking the parked cars, so it would be frowned upon if I actually drove the vehicle rather than ticket it."

I slipped into the driver's seat and Corporal Williams marched around to the passenger's side. He sat in the car, "Is the hand break on madam?" I pulled at it, "Yes." "Is the car in neutral?" "No" Corporal Williams felt the stick, "Would appear to be in first gear madam. Please depress the left peddle, will the stick pull back now?" I pulled on the stick but nothing happened, I pulled again, still nothing, then Corporal Williams put his hand on top of mine and pulled the stick back with my hand.

"Is the vehicle in neutral now madam?" I wiggled the stick from side to side, "Yes," Depress the right peddle slowly to the floor with your right foot and lift off," I did as I was told, "You have just set the automatic choke for this vehicle, now, insert the ignition key," again I did as instructed, "Turn the key clockwise, you will feel two stages and then spring resistance, just turn all the way, count to two and the car will start."

The engine came to life, "Depress the right peddle gently with your right foot, watch the clock on the left, take the pointer to two thousand RPM," I stabbed at the peddle a little too hard and the engine raced, the pointer went round to the six thousand RPM mark, "A little more gently than that please madam."

I practiced two or three times and managed to take the needle from fifteen hundred to two thousand RPM. Corporal Williams placed his hand on my left knee, "Depress the left peddle, all the way to the floor, now put your hand on top of the gear stick press down and pull it towards you and then and push it forward."

I tried it twice but instead of going back the car would have gone forward if it hadn't stalled. "Do it again," Corporal Williams moved his hand from my knee and put it on top of my hand and helped me to get the car into reverse, then he explained how to bring my left foot up slowly, he kept patting my knee and saying "Slowly, listen for the engine revs to fall slightly and then ease the hand break off.

The car crawled back slowly to beyond the line that marked the twenty-five foot mark, "There you go madam, all safely squared away now, remember, after you remove the key, turn the wheel slightly so that the steering lock drops into place and remember to lock the doors too." As he was talking to me the Corporal had his hand on my knee, gently squeezing it.

"Will you be going to the mess later tonight madam?" "No, I know they have some kind of event on tonight but I feel totally out of place in the officer's mess, will you be going to the NCO's mess?" "No madam, me and a few of the lads will be going to the Hunter's on Byng Road for a drink as soon as we're stood down."

We both stepped out of the car and he stamped to attention, came smartly to the salute, Longest way up, two, three, shortest way down. I smiled at him and thanked him for his help. I had to chuckle to myself as he marched away from me, shouting at two other members of the guard who were hiding in a doorway having a crafty cigarette.

I had dinner, a frozen meal for one and a one quarter bottle of wine, a sad statement on my life for the past six months. I flicked through the two hundred TV channels; there was nothing at all to watch, so I decided to go out for a walk. I had no idea what was on my mind but I changed my clothes, remembering that I needed to apply the Androfem®, at least four times a day, so I rubbed it into my pussy again, then I put on a pair of new knickers, one of those I had brought to entice my husband into bed with as soon as he got home, I also put on a balcony bra, a cropped, skinny knit, top and an overly short 'rah-rah' skirt, I finished off the outfit with red dancing pumps with a five inch heel.

I was going to put a lightweight summer mackintosh on but found myself leaving the house with nothing, not even my door key and especially not my handbag. All I had in my hand was my ID card to get off the camp. Leaving was little problem, just a cursory glance at my ID and a look at my face, the squaddies left that up to the civilian security man, he looked at my face and then down at my body, "You look stunning this evening Mrs. Sanders if you don't mind my saying." I smiled at the guy, a little over weight, a little short, a jolly face and a full head of black curly hair; he looked like he was of Italian extraction.

In my head I had told myself that I was just going for a walk on a pleasant summers evening, I passed the toilet several times, I was fixating on the man who had been there earlier, and all the other things that had happed to me during the day, the film, the guards rummaging through my lingerie and the PTI with his hand on me knee while I reversed my husband's car. Even reversing the car by ten or fifteen feet was a turn on in its own right in a weird kind of way.

I stepped in the doorway of the ladies several times, then I dragged myself away, walking aimlessly I found myself outside the Hunter's, I had never been in that pub, or any pub in that area before, so I felt really strange walking into the pub, especially as I had no money on me.

I walked into the bar, saw thirty men, heard the torrent of noise falling through the door as I opened it and I turned on my heels and left. I got about twenty feet from the pub when I felt a hand take a hold of my left arm. "Nice to see you out Mrs. Sanders, you look very nice this evening, why don't you come in and join me and the boys in the pub?"

I suddenly began to panic slightly, the PTI had a grip of iron, "Oh, I really can't stop, I thought I saw my next door neighbour's car, I was going to try and get a lift back to camp with them." Corporal Williams laughed out loud, "I've been at this camp for six years so far, been using this pub as my home away from home all that time and in all that time, I've never seen anyone from your block in there." We were already at the pub door again, it felt a little like I was being kidnapped, the door opened and the wall of sound cascaded out of the pub again, when I was dragged into the bar the noise level dropped considerably, I was the only woman in the bar of the pub and because of the way I was dressed, I was suddenly the main topic of conversation.

I was introduced to the other three men who were drinking with Corporal Williams, I was told to call Private Duncan Sandy, because of his blond hair, Sandy was the guard who had searched through my shopping, Private Whitbread, like me, had red hair, so everyone called him Ginger or Ginger Beer because of his last name. The last man was from the catering corps, Sergeant Patterson, I was told to call him Cookie, "And I'm called Andy, even though my first name is Peter, they all say I look like Andy Williams." I told the guys to call me Victoria or Vicky.

The men were playing dominoes and I was invited to take over one of the sets to play out the game while a drink was fetched for me. It had been quite a while since I had been in a situation like this, certainly not since I had met Harry and I very soon lost all inhibitions, due in no small part to the fact that even though I had asked for white wine I had been given Vodka and Tonic to drink. I had taken Andy's hand at dominoes and even after he returned with my drink, he left me sitting on his stool and slid another stool behind me, as I played he slid right up close to me, one knee either side of my hips, he was looking over my shoulder as I played. I lost hand after hand and Sandy said, "It's a real pity we aren't playing strip dominoes, we'd all have something amazing to look at by now." As I had lost five games in a row and was wearing just five items of clothing if both shoes were counted as one item, I would be sitting totally naked if we had been playing for clothes rather than matches.

The barman came over to clear away some empty glasses, "Did you guys want the pool table?" Andy was about to say no as I was there now but stopped himself, "Do you play pool Victoria?" I shook my head, "You can't get to your age without learning to drive or play pool, Come on, we'll have a game and you can try your hand."

I was expecting to go off to the pool room with Andrew but the others came along too, it would be hard for five to play on one table in my mind. There were two stripy balls and the white still on the table, Andy took a cue, chalked the tip and stood at the side of the table. "Stand, legs slightly apart, keeping them dead straight, bend at the hips, left hand on the table to act as a cradle for the cue, hold the cue in your right hand so that it will be slightly behind you when the tip strikes the white. Sight along the length of the cue, keeping it as close to horizontal as possible, try and get your chin to touch the cue and hit the ball with solid intent." With that, Andy struck the white with his cue and the red ball spun off and into one of the corner pockets.

"Your turn," Andy handed me the cue, he chalked it for me, I took up the position and opened my legs slightly, kept them straight and bent at the hips, three faces bobbed down opposite me, I realised of course that the three of them were just looking down the front of my crop top, my body shivered slightly with excitement, then Andy stepped closer, his hot sweaty hand on my bare midriff as he tried to get as close as possible to my position, "I think you have it, I let fly, the white ball flew off of the table and was caught by Sandy. "Your bra looks familiar, I think I was holding it earlier in the guard room, are you wearing some of your new knickers as well?"

I blushed and tried not to look up at Sandy or the two men standing next to him, Andy's hand had moved from my bare side and was now resting on my bottom. The white was placed in roughly the same place and I was told to strike it again. My mouth went totally dry as Andy began to rub his hand all over my bottom on the outside of my very short 'rah-rah' skirt, I knew exactly what he was up too, he was trying to discover exactly what kind of panties I was wearing, boy was I regretting putting on a thong in my confuddled state.

I lined up to take the shot again, the three men opposite me all stood like cricket fielders waiting in the slips to catch the white again, Andy was whispering what I should be doing, he encouraged me to take the shot but stop short of striking the ball, I watched as the cue tip seemed to jump upwards, just at the point that I stopped.

Andy explained what I was doing wrong with my right hand and I tried again, "Make several 'warning' shots, to see how the tip will strike the ball and when you're happy, let fly." I did four or five practice runs and then let fly and the white went off like a scalded rabbit, it struck the purple square on and both balls bounced in different directions. I didn't get close to the pocket though but it felt good that both balls actually stayed on the table.

The balls were racked up and Andy broke, I was given the next shot but mainly I think because I had to stretch almost the full length of the table to hit the ball that Andy told me to go for. This time, the four men all sat looking at my legs and bottom and whatever else they may have seen as my short skirt lifted slightly at the back. The ball rolled very slowly and just as I thought it was going to stop short, it dropped down the hole. I jumped up and down like a child, whooping and cheering myself.

Andy came up to me and gave me a congratulatory kiss, longer than possibly necessary for an innocent congratulation. I had to make another shot but first I had to finish my drink so that Ginger could go and fetch more drinks.

I turned a little more quickly than I should and my 'rah-rah' skirt flew up at the back to show off even more of my panties than I had been doing while bending over the pool table. I took my second shot and missed, Sandy took a shot, Andy said, "This is going to take a deep screw Sandy, Victoria, would you like to see Sandy doing a really deep screw? If you watch him closely, you may be able to try a good deep screw next."

I blushed a deep red, Andy went way beyond suggestive comments, there was a definite intent in his words, in the way he spoke and even in his body language. The tingling in my stomach and lower felt like I was sitting on a powerful motorcycle with someone revving the engine and sending shockwaves through my body. Ginger came in with a tray full of drinks; I took my drink and swallowed it down in one gulp without putting any tonic in it.

Of course I regretted it instantly and took the bottle of tonic and drank straight from the bottle to try and kill the burning sensation in my throat. The pool room didn't have any seats in it, they wanted to discourage people hanging around while others were playing a game, and anyway, there just wasn't the space in the room to play properly and have people sitting around watching. Cookie had fetched a chair from the bar, I thought, for me to sit on and watch the four men play a game together but Cookie sat on the seat and then caught hold of me and pulled me onto his knee, so that my back was against his chest, my legs either side of his, which meant that they were spread, immodestly wide.

Cookie placed his hands on my bare midriff, fingers locked together and that was how we sat to watch the game between Sandy and Andy, Ginger took the role of barman throughout the game. When Andy won the first game, he told Cookie and Ginger to play next, then he would play the winner of their game. I was released so that Cookie could take to the table, then Andy sat on the chair and I was once again pulled into the same position on Andy's knee. The main difference between Andy and Cookie was, was that Andy didn't lock his fingers together, his hands were rubbing in small circles on my lower rib cage and as the game progressed, Andy's hands circled wider and wider until they came into contact with my bra cups.

"That's very disappointing; I didn't expect to find a bra under such a sexy top. I thought you'd dressed to be fucked tonight!" I twisted my upper body until I was nose to nose with Andy, his left hand dropped away from my breasts but his right hand moved further up, cupping my breast fully through my bra, I took a deep breath and said, "What?" I felt Andy's left hand slip up under the back of my crop-top, his fingers danced lightly over my spine and suddenly the under band of my bra relaxed and I realised that Andy had slipped the catch on my bra with one hand.

Andy kissed me on the lips, and I turned away from his kiss, eventually, back to watch the game between Cookie and Ginger. Something deep down inside told me that I should be mad at Andy but that voice was silenced when Andy's hands started to work on my breasts, now, barely covered by the very short length of my crop-top. I realised of course that from time to time the boys playing pool could see my breasts as Andy lifted my top as he fondled my breasts enthusiastically. I knew when my breasts came into view of course because easy shots on the pool table were being missed.

I had a few more drinks and then Cookie burst the bubble by saying, "I've got to go very soon, I have to be up at five thirty to start breakfasts for eight hundred hungry squaddies." The pool game ended right there, unfinished. Sandy picked up some cans of beer from the bar and we all set out walking, when I felt the cold air hit my breasts, now freely swinging, almost peeping out from under my top as we all walked along in the direction of the gatehouse. As we turned into the drive leading to the guardhouse I was handed all the cans of beer to carry.

The board that announced the security level that the camp was under had been changed since I had walked out of the camp, it had been 'Bikini Black' when I left, that meant, 'There has been an assessment made that there is the possibility of an attack, but no defined target. It can also mean "possible civil unrest". Now it was 'Bikini Amber', skipping past 'Bikini Black Special'. Amber state meant, 'There has been specific information received and there is a substantial threat to government targets. It can also mean "high alert", which could be a transition to war.'

The men went in the guardhouse in front of me, their ID badges were checked thoroughly and then they were patted down, my bra and my ID badge were both pulled out of Andy's pocket and then the men were sent through and into the camp beyond. "Mrs. Sanders, We have to bring in a female guard to search you, she's out patrolling the fence, she won't be long." I saw Cookie pacing up and down looking at his watch, Andy tapped his watch too, I got the feeling that the men were getting a little impatient and wanted to get on with the party, "Do I have to wait until a female guard comes back, can't you just search me and let me get on?"

I saw the guards all look at each other and there was a lot of smiling, they could see that I didn't have anywhere to hide anything but they all took a turn at patting me down anyway. Outside the beer was taken from me and the guys carried it to my house where we all went in, Andy definitely seemed to be in charge and while the other three moved my furniture in the living room and set up the light level and music, Andy was kissing me in the dining room, "Are you on the pill?" "No!" "Are you trying for a baby?" "No, Harry wants to make Captain first." So, Harry uses condoms?" "Yes!" "How many do you have in the house?" "I've just brought extra, I fetched two ten packs from the pharmacy the other day."

Andy turned to his friends in the living room, "Hey guys, we have to use condoms this time but she has enough for us to fuck her five times each tonight," then Andy laughed out loud, Cookie, moaned a little, "I can only have one go and I have to be first, I have to be up earlier than the rest of you."

"Do you do oral?" Andy whispered in my ear, I should have been shocked, I should have slapped his face but I didn't, I took another gulp from the can I was holding. "I don't do it, well, haven't done it yet but it isn't a religious thing or anything." Was my reply, "How about anal sex, you ever tried that?" I sipped my beer again, shook my head, "I'm not really too experienced in sex, Harry works very hard and we don't really get too experimental or anything."

Andy undressed me slowly while Cookie was hovering around me watching and waiting for his chance to get his hands on me. Sandy and Ginger moved all the furniture around in my living room, then they placed the ten large cushions from the three piece suite on the floor, like a large bed and they found my fresh towels in the airing cupboard and spread them out on top of the cushions like sheets. Andy handed me over to Cookie and as he did so he asked, "Where do you keep the condoms?"

While Andy went off to find the supply of condoms from my bedroom, Cookie got me to strip him naked, as Andy still hadn't returned with the condoms, Cookie 'taught' me how to suck his cock and I made quite a good job of it too, if I do say so myself, bringing Cookie close to his orgasm three times before Andy returned with the supply of condoms.

It struck me as almost funny, as I rolled a condom down Cookie's cock, three other men were all sitting around, drinking beer and talking about what was on the next day, what duties they each had to perform and what may have to be left if the heightened security status continued on into the next day, or even got worse.

Cookie didn't seem to care that three men were talking about the boring minutia of day to day life in the army as he was getting ready to fuck me. Cookie wasn't the biggest of men on the planet, he wasn't as big as Harry but because of his body mass, when he fall on top of me and began to fuck me like the energiser bunny, it did hurt a little at first, the wind was knocked out of my sails but I soon settled into the rhythm and was a little disappointed when Cookie finally fired off into his rubber sheath.

I got a sweet kiss from Cookie and he tied a knot in his condom and took it with him when he left to get a few hours sleep before he had to cook the camp's breakfast. I was given another can of beer and Ginger started to undress, it was obvious that he was to be my second fuck of the evening. Ginger lay next to me on his back, I slipped a condom down his cock and was surprised that Ginger actually wanted me to climb on top of him, Sandy stripped off and moved so that one foot was each side of Ginger's head, he pulled my head forward and onto his cock as I rocked up and down on Ginger's cock, I was sucking Sandy off as well, I felt a strange feeling around my bottom and realised that it was Andy, trying to push his finger up my anus.

Before Ginger could climax, Andy was easing his condom covered cock into my bum. It was impossible for me to suck Sandy because Andy was pushing my upper body down so that he could get in close behind me. After a few minutes, Sandy knelt down by Ginger's shoulder and pulled my head to one side so that I could start sucking him again. The three friends were talking to each other quite a lot so that they could all three of them climax at the same time.

I had expected the night to last a little longer but after the three men all climaxed together they all decided to call it a night, they arranged with each other to come back to my house the next day and start on me a little earlier the next time.

I should have been awake all night, tossing and turning in my guilt but I slept like a baby, the next day, the wife of one of the men serving with my husband came to see me. "My husband's been away for ages, I got lonely and I got mixed up with a group of soldiers here in camp." "Why are you telling me?" "Because I think you are getting in with the same group, they go from wife to wife, having their fun for a week or so and then, once they have debased the woman all they can, they move on to the next woman."

I was invited to a meeting; there were seven wives in total that had come forward to discuss their problems, or, in reality, the problems of being dumped by Andy and his mates. They all had a surprising twist at the end of their relationship, the final sex session was always videotaped on a professional quality VHS video camera. "Whose camera is it?" They all thought the same, Andy looked after that very expensive camera like it was his first born son.

I remembered that Andy and Sandy were setting targets out on the rifle butts all day for trainees to qualify on the SA80Mk2. Only one woman knew exactly where Andy's dorm was so we hatched a plan to break into the block and see if we could find the camera and all the tapes. We had to raid the WRAC's laundry area, steal two uniforms, re-badge them as Electrical corps and then it was simply the two who best fitted the uniforms had to wear them.

I was one of the unlucky ones, I had to go and help out with the burglary. We both carried empty toolboxes and a clipboard each with fake work dockets attached, fake electrical equipment failure within the block house that Andy lived in. A large screwdriver was needed to break the lock on Andy's locker, it was simple, the camera was fitted into one toolbox and as many video's as we could fit into the other, we made sure that we had the seventeen video cassettes of the group and a few other prominent wives about the camp, then I accidentally placed two loudspeakers from a high-fi system either side of the stack of tapes before turning the music on and turning up the steam before closing the door to Andy's locker.

We handed out the tapes to the various women around camp, one woman was the wife of quite a senior officers, she thanked us a lot and by the time the colours were lowered that night, four soldiers were given their transfer papers to other camps, spread out all over the country.

On Monday I was visited by the pharmacist, he was about to dispense a special cream to a wounded man who had been returned from active duty, he had been injured by a bomb blast, his broken bones had mended, he was almost fit for active service again, there was one small problem, his testosterone production had been suppressed. The tube of magic cream had been obtained as a special order to replace the guy's own testosterone production. Naturally my life had been very much improved by the use of that cream so I didn't want to give it up.

After he explained that the dosage I was taking would cause facial hairs, a deepening of my voice, reduction in breast mass, over stimulation of the growth of my clitoris, turning it into a mini cock I had to stop using the cream. Once I knew the full story I handed the tube of cream back. I was told to make an appointment with the camp medical service, take a hormone test, if the test showed low testosterone, the pharmacist would be able to prescribe a lower dose of the same cream, put a little spring back into my step without too many of the side effects.

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