Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 50

An epilogue to the story, and life.



If you have followed the journey to this point, you will know that at the end of Part 12, I had just graduated from my military Advanced Engineering Training course. I had turned down a coveted posting to Berlin, to enable me to remain close to my partner, and future wife, Jayne.

Jayne was, at the point we met, in divorce proceedings, being estranged and living separately from her first husband. We had been together about nine months and planned to move in together as soon as I had settled in at my new duty unit and could find a suitable flat to rent. She had accepted an offer from my parents, to move into their spare room, temporarily, until we got ourselves sorted. This allowed her to escape a shitty, one room bedsit, let by a morally corrupt landlord. It also bought her much nearer to where I was based, allowing me to spend my off-duty days with her more frequently.

My new job was at a base workshop. It entailed the repair and maintenance of equipment returned from the field. After the relative ‘excitement’ of my earlier overseas deployment, on an operational unit, the work was, frankly, unchallenging, and boring. It was essentially a nine-to-five factory job; exactly what I joined the military to get away from. The plus side, if there was one, was that there was little by way of field work, or exercises. This meant most weekends were free. I would get away straight after duty on Friday, make the modest one-hour drive to my parents' gaff, and not have to return to base until the following Monday morning.

To my surprise, when my olds invited Jayne into their home, it was accepted that ‘her room’ would actually be ‘our room.’ That we would share a bed, and unspoken but obviously, a sexual relationship there. They had previously been very ‘old school’ with regards to pre-marital sex but had, apparently, mellowed with age. It was more than a little disconcerting for us though when the time came.

My father had collected Jayne and her belongings, and bought her ‘home,’ the weekend after I left the training establishment, so she was already settled into her new space. On taking up any new post, you inevitably got lumbered with all the shit duties (guard, weekend cover, duty NCO, etc.) at first. So, it was several weeks before I got my first free weekend to visit. Miraculously, by then Jayne had also found a new job with a very local firm, within walking distance, and was overjoyed when I met her at their door, when she knocked off.

When she saw me there, she rushed into my arms and threw herself at me. Kissing me passionately and crushing her body against mine, much to the delight of her new work colleagues, who wasted no time in shouting lewd comments at us, suggesting Jayne had been ‘gagging for it’ all day. But they were not wrong. Jayne was obviously as hot and horny, as was I, and let me know it, in no uncertain terms. We had to cool our ardour though. We would be going from here, back to our temporary lodgings, where my olds and younger brother would be at home too. Much as we were both desperate to sate our appetites; the longing heightened by our weeks of separation, we would have to wait a bit longer.

It was purgatory having to endure the ‘normal routine’ for the rest of the day. The catch-up chatter. The ‘welcome home’ meal prepared and served by my mother. The after dinner drinks my father insisted on plying us with, the Friday evening TV marathon. Eventually though, the hands on the clock crept round to a time where we could all pretend it was legitimate for Jayne and me to ‘call it a night, after a busy day.’ At the same time, we all knew exactly what would ensue as soon as we went to bed. In particular, our kid was smirking ear-to-ear, as he stared knowingly at Jayne, causing her to blush crimson, knowing what he was visualising, in his minds eye.

Taking our leave, we headed upstairs to complete our bedtime routine; showering independently, brushing our teeth and donning ‘sensible’ nightwear, suitable to be worn about the house if it became necessary later. With that, we climbed into bed together. Despite having to suppress our lust since we reunited, the thought of fucking, whilst my family were downstairs, knowing what we were doing, made both of us feel uneasy. We just lay there, like a couple of reclining terracotta warriors. Unwilling to initiate intimacy. It was as if this was the first time we had lay together.

It was strange. We had any such scruples when we would regularly have sex, at our friends, Barbie, and Ken’s house. They knew full well we were screwing in their spare room. Hell, they could clearly hear us at it, as we could often hear them too! Why was this different. It was obviously the family presence. At least it was for me. We were all adults. We all knew the score. But there was something freaky about them knowing, or at least believing, you were upstairs shagging.

Something, somehow had to give. I took Jayne gently by the hand, and as best as I could, assured her nothing had changed in my love or desire for her, and tried to explain why I was holding back. Jayne concurred that, although they were not her own relatives, they were treating her like ‘one of the family’ already; so, she felt the same unease. What had been the final ‘nail in the coffin’ for her that night, was my brother’s mental undressing of her as we were coming up. I made a note to myself, to ‘counsel’ him on the error of his ways at the earliest opportunity.