Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 52

Resigning myself to the inevitable, I gradually deepened and quickened my pace, which Jayne matched, whispering words of encouragement, for me to “Let go, let me feel it inside me, cum for me, please.” Well, who could not oblige. Mindful of the fact I was still under rules of silence, I did let go, and together we took me past the point of no return, and I ejaculated deep and copiously into Jayne’s willing body. She had not climaxed but did not care. I loved her for that, and for every time she would ‘reward me’ that way.

As we lay, hugging close, still coupled but with me softening, my heart rate gradually returned too normal, as did my power of speech. I asked the obvious; what had changed since we went to sleep, to make her feel comfortable with doing what we just did. Her explanation made perfect sense to me. She told me that when we came to bed last night, everyone would have assumed we were going to fuck. Even if we were to say, “Oh no, mum and dad, nothing happened,” nobody would believe us. So, if they were going to think that anyway, we might just as well make it true, and fuck away, and enjoy it! Perfect logic in my books!

What little reserve may have lingered evaporated completely when we finally made it down to breakfast. The rest of the family were already up, starting their day. They could not have been less interested in what we had or had not done in the privacy of our own room overnight. From that point on, and for several months to come, we just got on with our lives, loves and love making when and how we wanted to.

Oh, we were of course discrete. We did not rub our intimacy in other faces, just got on and enjoyed it when and how we could. There were times we had the place to ourselves for a few hours, and would let loose, and go at it hard and loud. But where necessary, we would be just as happy with slow and quiet. And that is the way it should be.

Whilst things had settled into a comfortable and workable routine, I was still determined that we needed a place of our own at my duty base. Each week I searched the local papers and bulletin boards for a suitable let for us. I viewed a few places, but those within our budget were basically hovels, which I would not dream of subjecting Jayne to. But unexpectedly, events ruled out the need for further searching.

Much to the surprise of all of us, Jayne’s divorce was finalised much quicker than expected. Her, now ex-husband, had not contested the proceedings, despite being cited for ‘unreasonable behaviour’ (his violence towards Jayne) in the divorce petition So, there was no need for lengthy court proceedings. She was a free agent again.

Coincidentally at that time, I overheard chatter amongst the married guys, that there was an unusually high number of empty married pads on the patch. Hmmm! A seminal plan started to formulate in my mind. I spoke with the base Housing Officer about the rumours I had heard. Yes, he confirmed. At that time, there were indeed many houses available, with no waiting list. Even newlyweds were virtually guaranteed to be allocated quarters almost at once. This was unlikely to change soon, the MOD was in one of its regular cost cutting periods, and all but essential postings and movements were frozen. My plan started to grow roots and shoots.

But there were no romantic gestures. No candlelit dinners or rings in Champagne flutes. I had been burned doing that sort of things before. And to be honest, I did not hold out masses of hope that having just received her divorce decree, Jayne would be willing to dive straight back in again. I simply explained the practicalities to her. I.E., if we were to marry, we would get a quarter straight away. Fully furnished. Fully equipped. Relatively low rent. “What do you think?” I asked her.

Without hesitation Jayne responded “Yes, I am up for that.” Belying my belief that she would turn me down. This made me feel a bit shitty for not making the ‘proposal’ a bit more heartfelt and personal. But it was what it was, and she has since consistently assured me it was just as well accepted, without all the bells and whistles.

The decision made; we were both keen to complete the act as soon as humanly possible. Long story short, we were married within three months, in a low key, family only, registry office wedding. After a short, UK honeymoon, I was allocated, and we occupied, our first married pad. A nice, two-bedroom, semi-detached house on the base estate.

There is an old and worn-out joke; ‘Scientists have invented a food that suppresses the female sex drive. They named it Wedding Cake.’ In fairness, for us at least, it was not immediate. But it definitely marked a turning point. It seemed ironic that, after years of having to engineer times and places for sex around others, the moment it becomes fully socially acceptable, and you have the privacy of your own home? Well…

It is hard to explain how things changed. We still had sex together, at first at least. But it started to get very…well, vanilla shall we say. I can only really think of one more occasion worthy of retelling in any detail.