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  The Military Wife

  Three Military Erotic Romance Stories

  By

  Lucy Felthouse

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  The Military Wife

  published in 2012 by Andrews UK Limited

  www.andrewsuk.com

  This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

  The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

  Copyright © Lucy Felthouse 2012

  The right of Lucy Felthouse to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  The Military Wife

  Tess grumbled to herself as she heaved the shopping bags out of the boot of her car. It was a pain in the arse having to do this all by herself. Yet she’d been through this more than once, and it was going to be for the foreseeable future. May as well just get on with it and shut up moaning, she thought.

  Just as she got to her front door and started fumbling for her key, risking dropping all her bags in the process, a voice said,

  “Let me help you with that.”

  Tess dropped the bags.

  She whirled to face the owner of the voice, unadulterated joy on her face.

  “Aidan!” she shrieked. And, without caring who could be watching, she hurled herself into her husband’s arms. Luckily, Aidan had been fully expecting this kind of greeting and had braced himself. Supporting his wife’s bottom with his hands as her legs clasped around his waist, he felt himself stiffening almost immediately. You couldn’t blame him though, it had been months since he’d been home.

  As she took his face in her hands, Tess was almost teary with happiness. She leaned in for a kiss that would show her husband exactly how much she’d missed him. Tightening her legs around him, she smiled into his mouth as she felt his erection nudging against her bottom.

  What seemed like hours later, the couple finally came up for air. Surveying the damage around them, Tess made a quick decision.

  “Grab the other bags while I dump this lot in the kitchen. Then lock the door behind you and get upstairs.”

  Grinning, Aidan moved to do as he was told. Tess scrabbled items back into carrier bags and rushed into their home to put them down. Now the kitchen looked like a bomb had hit it. But she didn’t care. Her man was home. Smiling to herself, she turned as Aidan came in with the rest of the bags. She gestured to the floor and he put them down.

  “Corporal Scott reporting for duty ma’am,” he said, snapping her a smart salute.

  Bastard, she thought, he knows what it does to me when he goes all military on me. We’ll be lucky to make it upstairs at this rate.

  Tess drank in every inch of her husband. The climate in Afghanistan had given him a decent tan, but of course he hadn’t been on holiday. He’d been fighting a war, and she was eternally grateful that he’d come back to her in one piece. He was still wearing his combats, with the regulation boots, but no headgear. He looked hot.

  “Come here, soldier,” she said, crooking a finger, “and kiss me.”

  Aidan didn’t need to be told twice. He immediately closed the space between them, shoved Tess against the work surface and bent to kiss her. The considerable height difference between them made this a pretty uncomfortable position, so Aidan lifted his wife to sit on the counter top.

  Spreading her legs, Tess snared her husband between them and pulled him to her. Their lips met once more and they kissed hungrily, chasing away every month and mile that had kept them apart.

  Aidan pulled back, only to blaze a trail with his lips down Tess’ neck and to the collar of her shirt. He kissed and nibbled at the sensitive skin there, his cock twitching in response to his wife’s moans. He made short work of undoing the buttons and removing her top. Reaching round to undo her bra, he threw both items on the floor.

  Cupping her breasts, Aidan closed his eyes in bliss. He’d almost forgotten what this felt like - and it was even better than he remembered. Bending down, he pushed her soft mounds together and flicked his tongue from one to the other, licking the nipples and covering her pale skin in saliva.

  Tess squeezed her legs together around her husband’s back, wanting to feel the rigid length of his erection pressed against her. It had been so long. She rolled her hips, causing her groin to rub relentlessly against Aidan’s, driving them both to distraction. He straightened up and looked her in the face, then bent for a kiss. As their lips met, Tess squealed into Aidan’s mouth as he lifted her from the work surface and walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

  By the time Aidan had stumbled up the stairs and into their bedroom, bumping into things in the process, the pair of them were giggling helplessly. They soon stopped when Aidan dropped Tess onto their bed and then joined her. Crawling up the mattress, Aidan covered Tess’ body with his, pressing his hard-on against her groin as he sucked and nibbled at the sensitive flesh of her neck and breasts.

  Tess was torn. Part of her wanted the foreplay to go on forever, but another part of her was desperate to feel Aidan’s thick cock parting her pussy lips and sliding home. The mere thought of it sent a jolt to her cunt, and, hardly knowing what she was doing, she put a hand on the top of Aidan’s head and pushed it southward.

  “Horny, baby?” he said, looking up at her. Her flushed face and shining eyes told him everything he needed to know.

  Tess’ shoes had been abandoned somewhere between the kitchen and the bedroom, so that was one less thing to worry about. Instead, Aidan made short work of removing her socks and jeans, leaving her clad in just a satin thong. He parted her legs and grinned widely at the large damp patch staining her underwear. He pressed his face to it and sucked in a breath.

  “Mmm, you smell so good baby. I bet you taste even better.”

  He nuzzled at her through the sodden material, then proceeded to tease her by licking slowly, tantalizingly up each side of the thong. His tongue skidded across her smooth, waxed skin, but maddeningly, he stayed on the outside of her underwear. Tess growled in frustration, bunching up the quilt of the bed in her fists.

  Aidan smirked against his wife’s flesh and after a couple more teasing licks, he relented. Hooking a finger around the damp material, he pulled Tess’ thong to the side, baring her pussy. His cock grew heavier at the sight before him. Her waxed snatch was swollen and ready; glistening with her juices, her clit looking fit to explode. He hardly knew where to start. A groan from Tess told him he’d better make his mind up, and soon.

  Flattening his tongue, he gave several long licks up and down Tess’ vulva, filling his mouth with the sweet taste of her cunt. On each upstroke, he lingered on her clit, making her judder and squeal with each contact.

  Wanting to really go to town and make her come, Aidan moved back and slid Tess’ thong down and off, discarding it on the floor. The movement made his dog tags slip out of where they’d been nestling inside his shirt. He hardly noticed, so eager was he to get back between his wife’s thighs.

  Tess noticed, though, when Aidan’s mouth came down on her. She felt the warm caress of his lips and tongue against her swollen pout, and the chillier drag and scrape of the tags against the surrounding area. She didn’t mind, though. It actually made her hornier - the thought of fucking her
man in full uniform. They didn’t do it too often, as Tess was conscious that it was old hat to Aidan; but when they did, it drove her wild. There was just something so naughty about screwing him in the uniform that he went to work in; did all those exercises in. The same uniform he’d have to go and stand in front of his boss in, and do as he was damn well told in.

  Aidan reached down to grab Tess’ ankles and lift up her legs, giving him access to the tight pucker between her buttocks. Stiffening his tongue, he poked and prodded at her asshole, causing it to twitch around his tongue. She loved being rimmed - another one of her deliciously dirty fantasies. She had a lot of those, a hazard of spending so much time without her man around.

  Once her back entrance was good and ready, Aidan slipped a finger in and pumped it in and out of her a couple of times, before moving his face back to her pussy. He continued to slowly tease her bottom as he closed his lips around her clit and sucked it into submission. Soon, Tess could feel her orgasm approach. Heightened by the friction inside her ass, its power crashed into her, leaving her trembling and gasping. And smiling.

  Aidan popped his finger out and lowered Tess’ legs. He grinned back at her and moved his hands down to unbutton his shirt.

  “No,” Tess said, stopping her husband in his tracks, “unbutton it, but leave it on.”

  “Want me in my uniform do you? Kinky bitch.”

  He did as he was bidden, undoing his shirt but leaving it on. Tess watched as Aidan’s torso was revealed. He was in tip-top physical condition, and it showed. His body was toned and muscular, but not in a body-builder kind of way. She’d seen him naked countless times, but the sight never affected her any less.

  Leaning up to grab his regulation belt, Tess then flopped back, pulling her husband with her. Sliding her hands inside his shirt, she stroked her hands over his muscles, lingering slightly as her fingers passed over some scar tissue, and down to his ass. The coarse material of his trousers did nothing to detract from the feel of his firm buttocks in her hands. She squeezed, pulling his hips tighter to her, his hardness rubbing against her. No doubt her pussy juices were smearing across the front of his khakis, but she didn’t care.

  “I love you baby,” Tess said, planting a kiss on Aidan’s lips, “and I want you inside me.”

  “I love you too. But you know it’s been a while. I might not last long.”

  “I don’t care. Just fuck me with everything you’ve got. I want to feel your cock twitching inside me when you come.”

  “You are a dirty bitch today, aren’t you?”

  “Shut up and do it.”

  Undoing his belt, he undid the fly of his pants, then slid his hand into his boxers and released his cock. Springing out, it was clearly ready to go, and had even left a little sticky patch on Aidan’s boxers where it had been seeping pre-come.

  Seeing that, Tess just had to get a taste. She leaned up once more, shoved Aidan a little so he was kneeling upright, and took his cock into her mouth without further delay. She sunk her lips as far down his shaft and she could go without gagging. Aidan tangled his fingers in her hair as she bobbed up and down on him. Her tongue snaked around his length, licking and caressing him, but not going too fast because if she did, she knew he’d come in her mouth. And that was for later.

  Dipping her tongue into the tiny hole at the tip of his cock, Tess drew out a sticky length of salty fluid; delicious evidence of her husband’s arousal. Her tongue disappeared back into her mouth and she smiled. Before she could swallow, Aidan was on her, forcing his tongue between her lips to get a taste of himself. The kinkiness of the act drove them both wild, and within seconds Tess had reached between their bodies, grabbed Aidan’s erection and aimed it at her pussy. All Aidan had to do was drive it home. And drive he did.

  In one fluid motion, he slid his length deep inside Tess to the very hilt. They both moaned with the sensation and clung to one another. After savoring the feeling for a few seconds, Tess whispered,

  “Fuck me, baby.”

  Lifting himself on his arms, Aidan looked down at Tess’ face, bright with arousal. He wanted to watch her face as she came, so he grabbed one of her hands and slid it between their bodies.

  “Play with your clit while I fuck you. I want us to come together.” With a wink, he added, “So I suggest you’re quick.”

  Tess laughed, then abruptly stopped as Aidan began to move inside her. She almost closed her eyes with the sensation, then decided she’d rather look at her gorgeous husband. She watched his face as he gritted his teeth with concentration, his stomach muscles flexing. His dog tags dangled down from his chest, swinging wildly between them.

  She caught them between her teeth, grateful to have something to bear the brunt of her passion. She bit down on the tags as Aidan began fucking her in earnest and her hand stroked her clit like it was going out of fashion. The faster Aidan thrust, the faster her fingers moved, until they were almost a blur.

  Then Aidan said, “Baby, I’m coming.”

  His thrusts became quicker and more forceful as his orgasm approached, then Tess felt the tell-tale twitching of Aidan’s cock deep inside her. It was enough to set her off; it always had been.

  She came for a second time, looking into Aidan’s eyes and biting down on the metal tags for all she was worth. Aidan’s cheeks were flushed and he looked like a man whose Christmas’s and birthdays had all come at once. She realized she felt exactly the same. The day she’d married Aidan had been the happiest of her life, and even when he was away she never regretted a second of it. Because if he never went away, they’d never have reunions like this. She was surprised they’d actually made it upstairs this time.

  “Happy homecoming babe.” She said as they collapsed together in a tangle of limbs. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too, babe.”

  Passing Out Passion

  As we filed into the mess, I glanced to my left and caught my mother’s eye. We shared a smile. From my other side, my dad grabbed my hand and gave it a quick squeeze before letting go. It had been a tough twelve weeks, but now my younger brother Shane had successfully completed his basic training for the British Army, we were overwhelmed with pride. We’d just watched him and his colleagues at their passing out parade, complete with the pomp and ceremony Brits are famous for, and were heading indoors for some food, drink and celebrations.

  I could hardly wait to see Shane and tell him how proud of him I was, but I knew that the recruits had some stuff they had to do before they could head into the mess and be with us. Hopefully they wouldn’t take too long.

  Throughout the parade, I’d barely taken my eyes off the spectacle before me. The band and the recruits had mesmerised me with their well rehearsed routines, and when I’d finally spotted Shane, I’d welled up. My little brother. Though of course, he’s not all that little. He’s four years younger than me, yet when we stand side by side I barely come up to his shoulder.

  Now, though, I looked around at the other families and friends who’d also come to celebrate their loved one’s achievement. There were lots of hugging women, and men shaking hands and slapping backs. There were people closer to my age, too, the brothers and sisters of the recruits, and also girlfriends and boyfriends.

  “Christina.”

  My mother’s voice tugged me out of my thoughts, and I turned to face her with a smile.

  “Come on, dear, your father’s gone over there to get us a table.”

  I looked in the direction she was pointing and spotted him. My mother walked towards the table she’d indicated, and I followed close behind. The room was filling rapidly, though, and I quickly lost her in the squeeze of bodies.

  I wasn’t concerned. I continued to slip between people with a polite smile and the occasional “excuse me” if they hadn’t seen me. Soon, though, I got to a group of people that were so tightly packed together and laughing so
raucously that I was going to have to resort to shoulder tapping, I just knew it.

  After my increasingly loud pleas went unheard, I reached up to tap one of the group on the shoulder. The guy spun round faster than I’d expected, almost knocking me over in the process. He reached out and grabbed my elbow to steady me, then our eyes met and a gasp escaped my mouth before I could stop it. He was obviously just as surprised as I, as his blue eyes widened and his grip on my arm became tighter. My resultant frown obviously made him realise what he was doing, as he let go of me and finally opened his mouth.

  “Hey!” His previous shock forgotten, his face transformed from surprised to delighted. “What are you doing here?”

  My mouth suddenly dry, I gulped a couple of times and forced myself to speak before he thought I was a complete moron.

  “We’re here for my little brother, Shane. He just passed out.”

  “That’s why I recognised the name! My little brother just completed training, too.”

  He carried on talking, and although I was gazing at his face, I had no idea what he was saying. My mind was desperately trying to process the fact that he was here at all. Phil Ashdown, at my brother’s passing out parade. Granted, it was his brother’s parade, too, but my brain refused to compute that part. Instead, it went into total meltdown.

  “Anyway, Phil, it was lovely talking to you, but I have to go see my parents, and Shane. Take care.”

  He looked surprised at my cutting him off mid-sentence, then recovered quickly and replied, “Sure. Maybe catch up with you later?”

  I slipped past him without replying, and dashed towards the table where my mum and dad were sitting, waiting for me. At the same time, I spotted Shane crossing the room towards us and detoured to give him a hug.

  “Shane!” I pounced on him excitedly, and he picked me up and swung me around as though I weighed nothing, then set me back down. A smile spread across his handsome, good-natured face.