"Well, I'm Colonel Wainwright's wife, who are you?"

"I'm Victoria Clarke."

Mrs Wainwright looked very confused, "Oh, you're not an army wife then!"

"Well, I'm married to a soldier so I guess I am an army wife!"

"Is your husband a private?"

"No, he's in charge of one of those little tank things that whiz about the camp all the time."

I sidestepped Mrs Wainwright, "Well, I have to get off, things to do!"

I strolled off towards home with Mrs Wainwright almost running to keep up with me, "Wait, please hold on, I need to ask you a few questions!"

When I turned into the street with my house on it she knew that I wasn't the wife of an enlisted man, not even an NCO's wife, all the houses in that area were rented out to officers.

"Mrs Clarke, please stop, I need to know who your husband is, I'm the volunteer family liaison officer, I need to talk to you about your needs."

I stopped, I knew of course that when asked by a member of the army I became Captain Clarke's wife, I was even supposed to remember his army number but I found that impossible, I guess that I was pulling Mrs Wainwright's chain because I objected so much to losing my own identity just because I made the mistake of marrying an army employee.

I stood with my hands on my hips and a scowl on my face, "I'm Captain Clarke's wife."

"Oh, at last, I didn't get his information until after he'd deployed, highly irregular, last minute transfer turning up and being shipped out straight away. You're on my list for a visit; I was going to pop round on Monday morning for a coffee."

"I don't think I really need a visit."

"Mrs Clark, this must be the first time you've lived on base, it isn't what you need, it's what the army needs, they need lists, forms, information and if you don't need the family liaison service you're an unusual wife indeed, most wives are climbing the walls by the end of the first month of their husband's deployment, it's my department's job to try and come up with things for under occupied wives to do to keep them sane."

I relaxed a little, she was right, I was against the fact that the army took away a soldier's wife's identity as soon as they married and in an age when women often don't change their last name when they marry, the army wouldn't allow that to happen, whatever the wife wanted to call herself she would always have to answer to her husband's name and rank in all official areas of her life.

Mrs Wainwright suggested I talk to my neighbours, they were all wives of officers who were of similar rank to my husband, officers that would have a similar number of men serving under them to my husband, "See what your neighbours do to try and keep the other wives occupied."

I had lived in the camp for eight weeks so far and hadn't once spoken to any of my neighbours, mind you, I'd lived in my flat in Northamptonshire for four years and couldn't pick any of my neighbours out of an identity parade if my life depended on it. And there was the other dimension, most of the other wives were busy spending every moment with their husbands before deployment, some people took holidays, others visited families in other parts of the country so there was an excuse for why I hadn't actually chatted to anyone during my first month in camp.

I made a conscious decision that I'd keep an eye out for my neighbours, try and catch one or two of them in the street and at least try and make friends with them. On Monday morning I had to pop into Darlington, Darlington was the closest town of any size, it was the market town for our area so the best place to shop and to deal with the mundane things like registering with employment agencies.

I had to catch the bus outside the camp gates, as I waited to pay the driver for my ticket I spotted the little Peugeot that belonged to the wife that lived opposite me at the camp gates, she had an overnight bag on the back seat and she was having her papers checked and her car checked to make sure that she wasn't smuggling a tank out of the camp in her boot. They even made her put her roof up to prove that nothing was tucked out of sight in the folds.

The Peugeot passed the bus three miles from camp but she didn't go far, a quarter of a mile ahead of the bus she pulled off of the road and into the parking lot of a small country hotel. The car park was mostly empty; I saw her pull up next to the only other car in the car park. I had to spin around in my seat as the bus passed the back of her car, the driver of the second car had his own overnight bag in his hands, he reached into the back of her car and took her bag as she closed the roof over. The last thing I saw as the bus turned a corner was the woman and man kissing as they walked towards the hotel reception.

'Talk about doing it on her doorstep!' ran through my mind as the bus weaved through the villages between Caterrick and Darlington, in a car it was only seventeen miles, less than thirty minutes even in rush hour traffic but the bus went through every village on the way, over thirty miles and closer to ninety minutes travel time.

I spent the whole day in Darlington shopping, talking to employment agencies; it was looking hopeful that I might actually get some part time work actually in the army or RAF camps close to where I lived as there was always a turnover of agency staff in military bases. I caught the five o'clock bus back from Darlington to camp. At six thirty the bus passed the hotel, the man's car was still in the car park but the Peugeot was gone.

Two MP's searched through my shopping bags, boy was I glad that I wasn't shopping for lingerie; I couldn't imagine anything worse than having two men going through a bag of smalls. I knew that we were on a heightened state of security, the board at the gate stated 'Bikini Black Special' so things were checked thoroughly; hopefully things would slip back to 'Bikini White' soon, then all they would do is check your ID card picture matched your face.

I walked past the NAAFI, the little Peugeot soft top was parked outside so I sauntered over to look in the window. My neighbour was searching the alcohol aisle, when I saw her earlier she was made up to the nines, her face had a full paint-job and her hair was piled up into a beehive style, now, her face was scrubbed clean and she had a scarf covering her hair that looked very dishevelled from what I could see under the scarf.

Well, I could have imagined whatever I wanted to about my neighbour's day but the image I saw through the door of the NAAFI told me that I was looking at a well fucked woman and she looked like she was desperate for a bottle of wine, perhaps this wasn't the time to talk to her about how she dealt with the boredom and filled her days while her husband was on deployment.

I left her to buy her wine and continued my walk home, as I opened my front gate the Peugeot pulled up on the other side of the road, I looked over at her, she gave me a funny look as I was searching through my handbag for my front door keys. I spotted a change in her countenance and then she smiled, "Hi, I'm Sam, well, Samantha, are you Johnny Clarke's wife?"

I smiled, 'Bleeding hell, Johnny was only around for two days and she knows his name, I've been here for over sixty days and she doesn't even recognise me in the street!' I smiled and nodded my head, "I'm Victoria."

"Well, if you ever find your keys, why don't you drop your shopping off and come over to help me with this bottle of cheap South African Chardonnay!"

I found my keys and opened the front door, I just dropped my shopping bags in the hallway and closed the door again, Sam was still standing at the side of her car, the roof was slowly closing and the windows winding closed automatically. I followed Sam down the back path to her kitchen door, the door was unlocked, "For God's sake don't tell anyone I leave my back door unlocked, especially during a heightened security state!"

"My lips are sealed!"

Sam dropped her overnight bag on one of the kitchen chairs, "Do me a favour, get two glasses from the cupboard over the toaster please."

Sam was opening her overnight bag, she took out four thongs, one pair she threw into the washing basket without checking them but even from twelve feet away I could see that the crotch area was ten times darker than the rest of the body of the knickers, she smelled the other three pairs, in the end all four pairs of knickers ended up in the wash. I unscrewed the cap from the wine bottle as Sam smelled a black basque, she pulled a face and threw the basque into the washing basket, then she just up-ended the whole bag into the hamper and closed the lid.

I had put two inches of wine into two glasses, Sam wrinkled her nose in a sneer at the meagre portion of wine and tipped another inch and a half of wine into her glass, she offered me more wine but I turned her down.

I followed her into the living room and sat opposite her, as she sat down and got comfortable I'm sure that I got a flash almost all the way up to her bellybutton and all I saw was pink flesh, no panties or hair, although I could have been mistaken, it was only a quick flash.

"So Vicky, how long have you and Johnny been married?"

"Three years so far."

"Ten for me and Paul, you seem a little like a fish out of water around here, is this your first camp house?"

"Yes, the Observer Corps didn't seem to care where we lived so I just kept my old flat going and Johnny came to stay with me whenever he was in England and not on duty. Since his transfer to the Lancers they told him that we'd both have to live on camp up here."

"Have you spoken to Johnny very much since he shipped out?"

"Usually Sunday's after church parade."

"I try to chat with Paul most days that he's in camp, I got him a mobile phone from India when we were on holiday last year, he can use the local network at a fraction of the cost of using an English phone!"

"But they're nowhere near to India are they?"

Sam looked over at her fireplace, there were two identical clocks on the mantle shelf, one was on local time and said that it was seven o'clock; the other said it was ten thirty. "Paul usually rings me at ten thirty if he's in a safe place and close enough to a cell phone tower."

"Oh, I should go then if you're expecting a call from your husband!"

"Don't be silly, if he does call it never takes him longer than five minutes, I'll just pop into..."

Sam's mobile phone pinged at that moment and the clock showed that it was exactly ten thirty, Sam smiled at me and pressed the green button on her phone, she held the phone a foot away from her face and said, "Hi baby, I've just got to move into the kitchen, I'm having a drink with Johnny's wife."

"Hi Johnny's wife!"

Sam turned her phone in my direction, Paul must have been using Face Time or Skype because I could see him on Sam's telephone screen, a very fit and muscular chest, totally naked and if I wasn't mistaken Paul was holding his phone up so that I didn't see lower than his abdomen but there was quite a lot of tent visible above Paul's head.

"Nice to see you at last Victoria, I've seen all of Johnny's photographs of you of course but always nice to see a woman in the flesh so to speak."

Sam said, "Say goodbye Vicky."

I thought that Sam was talking to me but it was Paul that said, "Goodbye Vicky, see you again soon."

Sam turned her phone back to herself and headed into the kitchen, she stopped at the door, "I'll only be five minutes, feel free to put some music on, or the TV if you prefer."

Sam pushed the door closed behind herself, the latch bumped into the keeper but it didn't latch closed, the door slowly bounced open a foot and I could hear Sam talking in the kitchen. I leaned over to one side to shout and tell Sam that her door was open and I could still hear her but I was stopped dead in my tracks. Sam was standing in front of the kitchen table, her telephone was propped up on the table and Sam was unbuttoning the front of her dress.

"How did your meeting go today darling?"

"It was manic, I told Mick that I couldn't handle two in one morning, the hotel staff get suspicious and I don't get the chance to calm down between customers..."

I watched as Sam's dress slipped to the floor and she was totally naked under her dress, "...look at this, I think the second man was a vampire, he's bitten my neck up to hell."

I could hear the sounds of Paul masturbating through the phone, there were lots of "Oh God...God yessss!" coming over the telephone's little speaker as Sam lifted one foot and placed it on the seat of a dining chair, she dug two fingers up into her quim and pulled them out again.

"The second guy was a monster, his cock was so huge and he was so enthusiastic that he shredded his condom and I'm still trying to get his spunk out of my cunt!"

I heard a strangulated "Oh God I'm close...close....yessssss!"

Paul had climaxed and I looked at the time in Afghanistan, ten thirty-four, it had taken Paul about three minutes from Sam getting him in the kitchen to his climax and Sam was already pulling her dress back over her shoulders and fastening the buttons back up.

'Well, I guess that's one way of filling her day, fucking with strangers in a hotel and then telling her husband all about it over 'Face Time' while he jerks off!'

"Want more wine Victoria?"

"No thanks, I don't usually drink very much."

"You'll get used to drinking, it's the army wife's standby to try and escape the loneliness of a long deployment, we all hit the bottle eventually, some of us harder than others."

"I was told earlier that I should be helping the wives of Johnny's troupe to keep occupied, what do you do?"

"God I'm fighting hard enough to keep myself occupied never mind the other wives. To be honest, I tell them to get a job, do voluntary work or study. The wives with kids have it best, they all get together five days a week for mother and toddlers groups and preschool."

I took another sip of my wine and we just settled into chatting about life around the camp. At ten o'clock I excused myself, Sam had finished the bottle of wine off, I'd had roughly one-seventy-five mills so Sam had drunk roughly five times that amount. I would have been asleep long before I'd drunk that much wine but Sam didn't seem at all effected.

On Saturday morning I looked out over the back garden, the grass had gone mad, at this time of the year it really needed mowing more than once a week, Johnny had mowed it the day before he left so there was four weeks growth already, I was going to have to mow the damned garden. I dragged the unwieldy mower out to the back garden; at least it was an electric mower so it was only half the weight of a petrol model. I was searching the shed for the extension lead to get the house electric out into the garden when I heard talking from the garden next door, nothing unusual about that apart from the fact that I still hadn't met the family that lived next to me.

There was a six foot high wooden fence between our gardens; my curiosity was piqued when I recognised Sam's voice. I went over to the fence, I'd already spotted that the fence had several flaws and I spotted a knot hole that was at eyelevel so I peeped through. There were two sun loungers on the small patio area in front of the kitchen window, Sam was facing me and she was wearing a rather skimpy bikini and had a glass of wine in her hand. The other woman had her back to me but it was obvious that she was wearing a bikini as well.

Sam was just looking at the other woman with a critical eye, "Mary, I don't think you realise what's involved..."

"Your Paul has been talking to my Brian, he told Brian all about it and Brian thinks that it would be a good idea for me as well, earn me a little spending money, get me out of the house, stop me being bored and stop me drinking so much."

"It's not like an afternoon's therapy, the people I work for will expect you to service at least three customers a week, even more some weeks and there's no backing out, most of the men that pay to fuck a uniformed wife wouldn't register on your 'hunk-o-meter' and you can't refuse to go to bed with them just because you don't fancy them..."

I felt really guilty about spying on my neighbour in her own back garden through the fence, I even looked all around to make sure that I couldn't be seen committing my sin even though deep down inside I knew that our two houses were not overlooked by anyone but each other.

"...i'm willing to call my friend if you're sure that you can do the business, let a man do whatever he wants to you without complaint and with a smile on your face!"

"I've been talking to Brian for a fortnight, every evening after your Paul, erm, talks to you, he let Brian use his phone to call me to discuss it with me, I'm certain that I want to give it a try."

Sam gave Mary a critical look.

"No, I'm certain that I want to do it, I want to join 'Uniformed Wives'."

Sam reached into her handbag and took her telephone out; she pressed a few buttons and held her phone away from her face, "Hi Sam, you looking for a new client already?"

"Hi Mike! No, I'm at one of my neighbour's houses; she's interested in joining us."

"Does she know what she'll be expected to do?"

"She's here with me at the moment; I thought that you could have a word with her..."

I was straining to see what Mary looked like but all I could really see was the top of her head and a hint of her bikini clad breasts. Sam handed her telephone over to Mary and I could see the screen, Mike was a very large, very black man. Mike was dressed smartly, there was no hint of race in his voice and his head was shaved. I listened as Mike asked Mary questions, I was surprised when Mary said she was over forty years old, her body, or what I could see of it didn't look that old, Sam was thirty-three, I was thirty and I would have said that Mary would have been closer to my age than even Sam's age.

I was starting to hear my grass growing again and looked away momentarily at the lawnmower sitting on the path waiting for power to bring it to life, the electronic 'Interview' took so long that I got bored and I was about to step away from the fence when I heard Mike's electronic voice say, "Take your bikini off for me Mary."

Well, that ensured that my eye was glued to the hole in the fence again, "I can't, Sam's here with me."

There was a click and the telephone's screen went blank, Sam waited a moment and then leaned in and took the telephone, "Well I think you managed to piss Mike off totally there Mary. The thing is, some punters want two girls, some want us to go with them and their wives, they want all kinds of things that you could say no to if your husband asks but you can't say no to the man paying you to perform for him."

Sam drained her glass and stood up, she pulled her dressing gown on, "Now I'm going to have to do something to placate Mike for embarrassing him, thanks Mary, see you later."

"Wait, don't go Sam, Please apologise to your friend for me, he just took me by surprise that's all, I'll do what he tells me too, I really want to join your group!"

I waited until Sam was gone and then I began to cut my grass, tramping up and down the half an acre rear garden, 'Why didn't I marry a private, they get a rear garden that you could cover with a handkerchief and mow in ten seconds!'

I was about half way through mowing the grass, I'd taken the tenth collector box full of grass clippings to the compost heap and started off all over again when I felt a tap on my back, I jumped over the top of the lawn mower and almost ended up in a blackberry bush, Sam had somehow crept in my garden without me hearing her and got right up to me, close enough to reach out and touch my shoulder from behind.

Sam gave me a sweet smile before she apologised for creeping up on me, "Sorry about that darling, must have given you a terrible fright creeping up on you like that?"

I nodded my head.

"The thing is..."

Sam looked towards the fence that I'd been watching her and Mary through, "...I've been let down badly at the last minute and dropped right in the shit..."

Sam now looked uncertain of herself.

"...is Johnny the kind of man who would be turned on seeing you in 'Glamour' pictures in a magazine?"

"I'm not sure really, I know that he likes looking at girly magazines, you know, the tits and bums magazines off of the top shelf at the newsagents. He's never mentioned wanting to take snaps of me like that, I think in three years he's only taken one photograph of me in a bikini!"

"Oh that one, I've seen it, very ... 'Primark' or 'Tesco's', kind of thing."

"When have you seen it?"

"Johnny has that picture pinned up over his cot in the tent in their base camp. Do you think he'd freak out if he saw you smiling back at him from a wank-mag?"

"Very probably, why?"

"I was dropped in the shit earlier and now I have to take part in a photo-shoot, I was told that they needed a minimum of two women, me ... obviously for one but I needed another woman, the problem is, because of the security state here in camp we can't get a girl from outside the camp in to work with me, there would be a huge issue getting her past the guard house."

I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the cuff of my cotton shirt, "Well, if you can't get another model in, how will you get a camera man in?"

"Well, the camera man is already here, he works in technical support and all of the men taking part are here, a captive audience as it were. I've tried to put things off until the camp settles back into Bikini White but unfortunately they're on a deadline to get the magazine into print so the shoot has to go ahead."

'Men, men, more than one!'

"Sam, why are you telling me all this?"

"Well, the other night you said that you were bored out of your skull being stuck out here all day on your own and that you wanted to make a little money of your own. I wasn't surprised at all, every one of the wives in this camp are bored and looking for something to do all day other than drink alcohol. I need a woman to help me out, four hundred pounds tax free for two hours work."

Now I was interested, a week's wage for two hours work, if I could earn something like that it would free me a little, I'd have spare money, I could afford to pay for transport to get me further away from the camp.

"Erm Sam, what exactly would I have to do in this 'JOB'?"

"It's a glamour modelling job, tits and bums, front bottom if you want to and a little simulated lesbian sex."

"Lesb ... Johnny would kill me if I got up to anything like that."

"Are you sure? ... The thing is, my Paul has been talking with your Johnny since he saw you at my house the other day, Paul showed Johnny some of the magazines I've been in and he let Johnny watch me on video on his computer, Johnny told Paul that he'd really love to see you doing something similar."

Sam took her mobile phone out of her handbag and flicked through her messages, "Here, look at this!"

I took her phone, there was a string of messages between Johnny and Paul while they were out on patrol and the conversation did seem to look like Johnny was telling Paul that he thought the idea of his wife (me) starring in a video or in a photo-shoot for 'Uniformed Wives' publication was a real turn on.

"That's not Johnny's mobile number!"

"Paul told Johnny about the local phone network and Johnny bought a sim card to use it, that's the number of his new sim card, he was going to surprise you last night, didn't he manage to get through?"

"My mobile phone's set to block all overseas calls that don't appear in my contacts list so I have no idea if he even tried to get through or not."

"Get your phone!"

I went into the house and brought my phone back, Sam typed Johnny's new phone number into my contacts list, "Here, you call him, it'll be just after six in the evening over there but keep it short, it'll cost a fortune for you to ring him but dirt cheap when he calls you back at bedtime."

I was sceptical that the unusual number would actually belong to my husband but I pressed the button anyway.

"Hello, who's this?"

"Hi Johnny, it's me."

"Hi, I guess that Samantha got my message over to you, I've tried three nights to call you but I get the message that you couldn't be reached."

"No, that's because I have all foreign calls blocked to stop scam calls but Sam's just programmed your number in so I'll be able to get calls from you from now on."

"Thank Sam for me. I thought that I'd wasted twenty quid on this new sim card."

"A little birdie told me that you've been telling Paul that you wished that I was like Sam and starring in Uniformed Wives magazines."

"Erm, don't kill me, it's just a harmless fantasy, Paul's got a dozen of those magazines with pictures of Samantha in them, he shares them around all of the lonely men in the camp."

I stood there pondering the situation and then I heard a loud bang, "Sorry darling, we're under rocket attack, got to go down to the shelter and there's no signal down there, I'll try to call you around ten o'clock tonight, my time." The last few words were strained because he was running hard and there were pops and whizzes of gunfire and the louder bangs as mortars landed inside their camp.

I pulled a strange face as I looked at the screen, "They're being blown up at the moment, he'll call me back later!"

I pulled the plug on the lawnmower, I'd spent about two hours mowing the grass and I'd done less than half the rear lawn, "The rest can wait until tomorrow, coffee Sam?"

"Come over to my place, I have wine, cheap but palatable, we have things to discuss."

We went over to Sam's house, she filled two glasses with wine and offered one to me, "I told you the other day that I don't drink that much!"

"You'll need all the help you can get, come on, sip it slowly if it'll make you feel better."

Sam gestured for me to follow her, "Bring your drink as well!"

We walked up the stairs and into the second largest bedroom, I knew the layout very well, her house was a carbon copy of the one I was renting, like me, Sam had a four bedroom house, just because her husband was a Captain like mine. I was a little shocked, there appeared to be a working rack and stocks, chains hanging from the walls with manacles on the end. There were several other wooden devices with leather restraint straps. It seemed to be an 'Upstairs dungeon' of some kind, there was even a small cage that would just about take a human being if they were folded up right.

"It's a shame that all this is going to waste at the moment..."

"Because Paul is away overseas?"

"...no, Paul doesn't use this room, this is for my customers, they pay a lot of money to be tied up in here."

Sam was searching through what looked like brand new lingerie, she had hundreds if not thousands of pounds worth of sexy undies all still in their cellophane wrappers. She was holding things against my face, "No, totally the wrong palette ... too dark ... too yellow ... perfect."

I was handed a lingerie set, "Here, try this on."

I looked around the room, stupidly I was looking for a fitting room or a curtain to hide behind, Sam laughed at me, "Come on girl, get them clothes off, if you can't peel in front of me in my play room you stand no chance out on the training ground in front of the guys!"

I stripped off a little uncertainly, was Sam expecting me to do some kind of sexy striptease or did she just want me to undress normally, if so my clothes would have been all over the room. As I dropped my knickers I turned my back on Sam, she grabbed my arm. "Whoa there missy, let me take a look at the goodies ... Does Johnny actually like that tangled strawberry bush thing you've got going on down there?"

I shrugged my shoulders; he's never mentioned one way or the other, he only complains when he has to pick my hairs out of his teeth.

"I think that Johnny and our audience would appreciate a little trim, not a total shave, just a buzz cut..."

Sam pulled my legs apart and looked closely at my gash, "...I'll have to clean the forest from around your cunt lips so that you show up properly on film and in photographs."

I was manhandled into Sam's bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub. She used a number six comb on her clippers to give my, so far, un-pruned bush a once over to bring uniformity all over my pubic mound. Then she took the comb off altogether and trimmed a half inch band all around my labia down to the flesh before taking a disposable razor and finishing off the clean up.

I just looked on as if I were watching a TV show as Samantha pulled and probed my inner lips, chasing down the last few hairs that had dodged the blade in her first assault. 'If she needs my pussy cleaned out that far inside it's more than glamour photography that Sam has in mind for me!'

I'd never actually considered other women sexually but having Samantha pulling and probing my inner body was actually turning me on. Sam also shaved my legs; I hadn't done my legs in eight weeks so there was quite a lot of stubble to remove. Eventually Sam was satisfied that I was suitably hairless and took me back into her playroom. I was given the lingerie set she had chosen earlier and some very sheer stockings to put on. As I was dressing she was pressing me to drink more from my glass of wine.

The stockings were a light tan and I have to say, as I looked at my reflection in the wall of mirrors that hid the wardrobes from view, I looked surprisingly good, I'd traditionally chosen darker stockings and tights rather than the light tan and the colour of the lingerie was way outside my usual colour pallet. "Erm...Sam, should there be this stripe of hair showing over the top of the thong, shouldn't I wear larger knickers to cover it all?"

Sam was searching through shoes in the bottom of one of her wardrobes, shoes on the bottom, whips and spanking paddles hanging from a rack above. She left her search and looked at me, "Well, if you think it looks silly I could knock down another inch of your pubic hair but I thought that when you were naked the shape looked great...it's up to you!"

I shrugged my shoulders and looked at myself in the huge mirror one last time and was about to take the bra off again but Sam stopped me, "Here, try these shoes on, see if they fit okay."

It made sense that I'd need shoes to go with my ... outfit, well, if I could call it an outfit that is. I stepped into the shoes, I managed without a step-stool even though they were 'Everest' high, I stumbled about the room a little trying not to fall on my arse or break my neck. Sam was back in the wardrobe shoe store rooting out some other shoes, probably for her to wear. I was very surprised when she pulled out army boots; they looked like they were a child's size to me but that's because I was used to seeing Johnny's size eleven boots around the house.

"Try your feet in the boots."

I stepped down off of the high heels and into the boots, I was about to tie the laces but Sam stopped me, "Do your feet fit okay?"

I looked up and nodded my head, "Right, get them off again and get these trousers on."

The trousers that she handed me were actually army issue, camouflaged combat trousers, Sam had made a little alteration to the trousers though, she had unpicked the side seams and had sewn in Velcro strips to hold them closed. I stepped into the trousers and then back into the boots, Sam told me to put my foot on what I had taken to be a solid oak coffee table but it had leather straps fastened all around the outside edge. Sam sat on the table top and pushed the bottoms of my trousers into the tops of the boots before tying the laces and then wrapping fake puttees around the junction between boots and trousers so I looked like a squaddie.

The jacket hadn't been messed around with apart from the top few buttons had been removed and without the usual T-shirt under the jacket rather a lot of my cleavage was on show. I was still looking at my reflection as Sam dressed in almost identical clothes, identical apart from the fact that her lingerie set was more suited to her own colouring. The beret and the shoulder pips looked just like our husband's badges but were made from cheap plastic rather than bright metal.

We actually looked exactly like the army women we saw marching around the camp apart from the cleavage that was on show and our long hair. "Well, I think we look the part, can I get changed back into my own clothes again now?"

"You can't get changed; we have men waiting to be entertained, about two hundred here in camp and all of the men out on detachment, our performance is going to be web-cast to army camps all over the world, Paul is going to make sure that your Johnny has a front row seat, well, he will if they've managed to fight off the insurgents."

"What the hell? We can't go wandering around the camp impersonating soldiers, the camp is on heightened security, they'll shoot us if they spot us."

"We won't be wandering around. We'll be collected in a Mastiff and driven out onto the tank training area where the new recruits are learning how to fight alongside tanks."

The huge six wheel Mastiff was often seen around camp but seldom in the streets around officer's quarters and while I was processing that piece of information Sam's house shook as the seven point two litre bulldozer engine that powered the Mastiff growled to a halt outside Sam's house. I had no chance to decide one way or another if I was willing to go through with the photo shoot with Sam or not, I was outside the house and being tumbled into the back of the 'Protected Patrol Vehicle'.

Sam and I were both wearing Army berets but before the Mastiff started to roll the guy in the back who was looking after us insisted that we change our headgear for Kevlar helmets. He also spent a few minutes strapping us into seat harnesses before he slapped his hand on the side of the vehicle and pointed forwards with his hand.

Inside the truck it was a little stark, a bench seat on each side of the rear load area and, instead of a flat floor pan, the Mastiff had a sloping floor in case it ran over a landmine with troops in the back. As the Mastiff rolled slowly forward it was very rattely, even on tarmac roads everything shook like it was driving on corrugated iron sheeting because the tyres were so chunky.

As we turned out onto the main road there were two bulldogs waiting, one pulled in front of us, "Shit Sam, they're stopping us!"

Sam pointed to her ears, I knew that the engine was loud but I had shouted my message at the top of my lungs and she still hadn't heard me, then I noticed that she had ear plugs in her ears. We weren't stopped though the two smaller cousins to the Mastiff formed an escort in front and behind our truck as we followed the route through the camp and into the training ground.

I could hear the distant pops of the SA80 rifles being used on the exercise. As the Mastiff changed from the tarmac road and onto soft earth it stopped rattling so much. We started to climb a rise, a hill that helped to keep a little of the noise of the training ground away from the living quarters, we crested the hill and I could see down into the valley below.

I could see an articulated lorry with a car blocking the road in front of it, the lorry had a curtain-side trailer at an awkward angle, there were four men in Arab dress carrying AK47's and ten soldiers moving in on them covering each other. The whole thing looked very realistic from a distance until we looked at the other side of the valley and saw two hundred soldiers sitting watching the training exercise in the valley.

Our nursemaid in the back of the Mastiff tapped my shoulder, not with his hand, he was using an SA80 with a bright yellow guard covering the end of the barrel to prevent anything leaving the barrel if the gun was accidentally loaded with live ammunition instead of blanks. He was indicating that I should take the gun off of him, Sam already had an SA80 in her hands.

As we trundled down the side of the hill the exercise ended with all four bad guys zip-tied together and suddenly there was a loud explosion and two massive clouds of smoke from each end of the lorry. Sam and I ran from the rear of the Mastiff through the smoke, we ran up a ramp that was behind the trailer, hidden from view of the two hundred watching soldiers. I followed Sam out onto the trailer bed and the curtains on the front of the trailer dropped from the top rail and I spotted two massive TV screens flanking the exercise area and the image being shown on the screens were of the four prisoners and suddenly, Sam and I filled one screen and the other was being telecast from Afghanistan.

A camera was being pointed at a tent full of soldiers watching a show on TV, Sam's husband tapped Johnny on the shoulder and he looked from the cameraman and up to the screen, he was obviously looking at the film being shown of me and Sam dressed in Army uniforms.

We were performing on stage in front of two hundred men but I was performing for my husband watching me almost four thousand miles away.

Sam and I were dancing on the impromptu stage for half an hour fully dressed and then Sam said, "You ready to get serious?"

I gave her a blank look, "Ready to start stripping?"

I looked at the screen again, now both of the large TV screens were showing Sam and me on stage but in the bottom left corner of each screen there was a picture of Johnny's grinning face as he was watching and under his face was a literal, 'Vicky's Husband'.

We started stripping and spent thirty minutes getting naked and then Sam pushed me onto the deck of the trailer and she made love to me as I lay there and took it all in, my eyes locked on the small area of the screen with my husband looking back at me, well, probably more looking at Sam as she made love to me. Johnny's picture suddenly turned fuzzy and a test card filled that area of the screen and a man waved at Sam, telling her that the pictures weren't being transmitted anymore.

Sam took my hand and pulled me to my feet and she kissed my cheek before whispering, "Now don't freak out, this is the photo shoot, we need to mingle around the audience."

All in all, there were around two hundred and fifty men mingling around the front of the lorry to meet and greet me and Sam, there was lots of touching and strong men in uniform picking us up off the ground for the cameras, professional photographers as well as two hundred and fifty mobile phones snapping away at us. I knew now that the camera feed to Afghanistan had been cut so now I wasn't allowing the men to touch my naked body for his benefit, this was all just for the money or even because Sam had turned me on so much during the stage show.

Everyone in the audience wanted to get close to both Sam and me to have their autograph taken with us, to get an autograph from us or just to grab at our arse, pussy or tits. I saw Sam holding the hand of a nineteen year old mixed race soldier, she was dragging him around the scrabble of bodies in front of the truck, she pulled him over to my side, "Have you found anyone you want to take home to play with yet?"

I shook my head, "Well, I'm taking this one back with me, I always get so turned on doing one of these shows."

We dressed in our uniforms again and there were a few more photographs of us posing with the men in uniform, one of the rifles with its safety guard removed was handed to me and I had to arrest one of the men in Arab dress, I was photographed approaching the man with the SA80 extended, he fought me and we rolled around in the dirt, my uniform jacket was ripped open and after a little make-up, fake blood around my nose and in the corner of my mouth, even more blood for him and the final arrest with me straddling his chest, my knees either side of his head and my bum on his chest, my pussy pressed into his mouth as I pointed a Smith and Wesson pistol in his face. As the bright light of the flash died down a phone was pressed against my ear.

"Hi baby, that was a great show...you looked really excited on screen."

"Hi, how come you're phoning me on this guy's phone?"

"They phoned me, so what are you doing now?"

"Photographs for the magazine."

"Oh, what kind of photographs?"

"Me and Sam were walking around the audience so that we could be photographed with all of the men here but now I'm on my own, they had me play fighting with this guy dressed like an Arab."

"What guy?"

I looked down at the man under my crotch, "What's your name love..." he told me his name, "...he said he's Private Walter Prendergast."

"Where's Sam?"

"She's chatting with another guy, he looks like he should still be at school."

"Is Sam taking him back to her house to play with?"

"Yes, that's her plan."

"Who are you going to take home with you?"

"No one, I'm going home alone."

"Let me speak to Private Prendergast."

I was pinning Walter's arms to his side so he couldn't hold the phone so I had to hold it to his ear as Johnny spoke to him.

"Yes sir...straddling my face...wet, yes, so wet that it feels like she's water-boarding me...really, thanks sir, I'll tell her...bye."

I brought the phone back to my ear but Johnny had gone, "What did my husband say?"

"He gave me a mission Ma'am."

"What mission Private?"

"I was ordered to make sure that you're so sore by revellie tomorrow that you can't walk for two days...Ma'am!"

The director of photography told us that we could stop posing, the photographs all looked great. It didn't matter if I told Walter that I wasn't interested in taking him home, he'd been given an order from a Captain in his regiment who had given him a direct order to fuck me so the four of us piled into the back of the Mastiff and Sam and I handed out SA80's over to the guy in the back of the Mastiff.

Once back in the main camp the Mastiff stopped at the NAFFI shop and Sam's nineteen year old toy-boy and Walter jumped out of the back and ran in, Sam's friend came back with a massive box of wine and Walter had two large boxes of condoms which I assumed was one for him and one for the toy-boy but I was wrong, all twenty condoms were to be used on me...apparently Johnny had told Walter to change his condom at least every thirty minutes.

Sam and her chosen lover ran into her house while Walter and I walked calmly and sedately into my house. I offered Walter a drink, "If you don't mind Ma'am, I'm under orders...now would you prefer upstairs or down?"

I looked up, "Master bedroom or guest room?"

Now there was something I hadn't even considered, this was my first attempt at committing adultery...perhaps doing a stranger in my marital bed would be heaping insult onto injury, perhaps I should take Walter into the guest bedroom...but then...Johnny had instructed Walter to fuck me so I guessed that it wouldn't be so bad using my comfortable bed.

I was stripped in seconds and treated by Walter like a whore, he spent thirty minutes on top of me, pounding his cock into me like a steam hammer as if there was a metronome ticking in his head set at one-twenty beats a second, and then, without even looking at the clock he pulled out after thirty minutes and ripped his condom off and threw it in the bin, pulling a fresh condom onto his cock and rolling onto his back, pulling me on top of him.

The next thirty minutes were far more leisurely, I took my turn on top trotting through a series of orgasms but never breaking into a canter while Walter just lay there looking up at me. There was a quick pit-stop to replace the rubber and this time I was manhandled onto my hands and knees and Walter started banging away from behind me fast and furious and as he banged he fondled my breasts and at twenty-eight minutes Walter cleared his throat, "Would it be okay if I cum now Ma'am, we could take a rest, get some takeaway food and pick this up in an hour or so."

"We'll never get a takeaway through security but I could knock up something simple."

There was a few extra hard thrusts and he filled his condom. We lay panting for five minutes wrapped in each other's arms, "Right, what would you like to eat?"

"I'd like to take you out for a meal at the pub down the road if that would be alright."

I shrugged my shoulders, "Okay, if you like."

I took a quick shower and dressed in a white t-shirt and mid length denim skirt, lacy bra and panties with four inch heels on, we had to walk to the single enlisted men's barracks, I was willing to wait outside for Walter to get changed into civilian clothes to walk out of the camp and the half mile down to the pub but he insisted on me going in with him, he shared a dorm with another private and while he was in the shower I chatted with his roommate.

The three of us went out to the pub together and as we walked in, the pub went silent as I was weighed up and suddenly there was a scramble for my autograph, about half of the men in the pub had been involved in the training exercise that Sam and I interrupted earlier and as soon as the whisper got around that I was a 'Uniformed Wife' model I was mobbed by all the soldiers in the pub. Even when we sat down to eat we were surrounded by men watching every movement I made.

The pub's landlord came to clear our dishes off of the table and he asked me if he could have a word with me in the back room. I followed him through to the kitchen and after he dropped our dirty dishes off we went through to the concert room, once a week he had a live band, that was Saturday evening, on Friday it was a karaoke evening and tonight it was a fundraiser for injured servicemen and women.

"The reason there are so many men in here on a Wednesday evening is because we were due to have an exotic dancer perform on the stage, I had to hand everyone their money back but if you were willing to perform I could probably still make ninety quid for the charity."

I'd never seen myself as an exhibitionist before but playing with Sam for all those trainees had been a turn on and...well, hell, the charity for injured servicemen and women.

"I'm willing but the thing is, I only have four items of clothing on, it won't be much of a striptease!"

The landlord brushed his chin with his fingertips, "Do you have any special skills?"

"Like?"

"Can you play a musical instrument?"

"I'm a grade five violinist and an amateur gymnast but I've never performed in front of an audience before...the other problem is I don't have my violin here or crash-mats for a gymnastic performance."

"Well, I have an old violin...I have a Victorian costume, looks like a long velvet skirt, blouse and bolero jacket but it's actually all in one, designed for quick changes between scenes so still no use as a striptease costume."

While I piled my hair high on my head to suit the old fashioned dress and got ready to put on a thirty minute performance for charity, the landlord was getting into the swing of selling tickets for a non-specific musical performance. As it was for a charity that was close to the hearts of the soldiers and those that supported the soldiers in that area, even though they were upset that the stripper...sorry, exotic dancer...hadn't turned up the landlord managed to sell every ticket to the show, fifty seats at two pounds a ticket.

I checked the stage, it was just under two feet high, if I did a forward roll I'd land from a greater height but, onto a crash mat. I managed to find an oblong of rubber in a store room, it actually looked like it was designed as a bed to be used in a play on stage. I placed it in front of the stage as if it was a step or forward performance area. I put on the dress and gave the landlord the nod that he could let the masses in.

I started playing the violin behind the scenes, it was a tune that was three hundred years old, it wasn't written for the violin, it was actually written as a tune for recorders and flutes but it was a standard examination piece for the violin these days and one I could remember all the way through without needing the sheet music.

I walked slowly out onto the stage playing my ancient violin tune. There was an almost visual wave of disappointment from the mixed service and civilian audience. I walked across the stage as if I were an elderly lad with my chin held high, I did a 'Pratt-fall' close to the front of the stage to hide a forward roll, my legs went over my head, I dropped a beat of the tune and, hidden by the blur of fabric flying off of my body, I completed my forward roll, sprang to my feet and began playing Scott Joplin's, The Sting on the violin, my hair was now down and it looked like the elderly violin player had disappeared and I'd replaced her.

I walked all around the room playing the jazz tune and when I got back to the front of the stage again I quickly pulled my t-shirt off and started walking around the auditorium again but this time I was playing short passages from pop songs that I could remember.

When I did a forward roll off of the stage fifty men jumped to their feet in shock, as I walked around them playing Scot Joplin on the violin they didn't know whether to sit down again or remain standing and when my t-shirt came off and I continued to circle the audience in my skirt and bra they went silent and then I dropped my skirt to the floor and jumped back up onto the stage to dance around in my bra and panties, the audiance sat down in stunned silence. I was playing very fast and complex tunes, if I were really thinking about what I was doing, I wouldn't have attempted playing such a fast style of mysic, it was at least two grades of difficulty than I had practiced at.

I knew that I dropped notes like a blind man would drop stitches in his knitting but no one was concentrating on the quality of the music I was playing, they were watching as my body shook and wobbled as I bowed the violin. I'd already been entertaining the charity audience for forty-five minutes rather than thirty as I'd promised, my choice now was to take my bra off and play more or call it quits for the evening, the men finally woke up and began to clap, whistle, stamp their feet and whoop for me to go further.

I took my bra off and bounced around the stage topless playing children's tunes and after an hour on stage I finally dropped my knickers, I put the violin down and began doing my last gymnastics routine, I had to be careful though as I wasn't performing on crash-mats. In the end I'd performed for ninety minutes and then I had an idea, I picked up my bra off of the stage and walked around the men in the audience collecting donations in my bra cups.

I dressed eventually and then let Walter and his roommate take me home and double team me until revellie was blown in the morning and I was too sore between my legs to walk without pain

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