Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 53

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.

We had been married just over two years at that time, and Jayne had presented me with a wonderful baby son. Almost immediately after his birth the MOD, with its impeccable sense of timing, decided it would be perfect to move me to a new location. (We would move a further twelve times over the next twenty-five years before I retired from service). This one was a dozer though. An artillery range on a remote Scottish island. The only redeeming feature was that it was an accompanied post, with housing available, so Jayne could come too. It was to be a two-year duty…And Jayne hated virtually every day of it. The remoteness and isolation, with a young baby was crippling for her.

A brief moment of joy was bought to her, when her parents decided to visit her and the baby, staying with us for a few weeks, part way through. It was great for her to reconnect with them, and it also offered us the opportunity to get out together as a couple, alone, a few times. The doting grandparents were overjoyed to, literally, be left holding the baby.

On one such outing, we had decided to go for a trek along the shoreline of the island. There were endless, unspoiled beaches, where you could walk for miles without seeing another human being, though the wildlife could be amazing. And unusually, the weather was warm and dry. Even the omnipresent Atlantic winds had taken a day off. I could tell Jayne was feeling more relaxed and amiable than she had for months, as we walked along the sandy shore. But what happened next was totally out of character and unexpected.

At the intended end point of our walk, we had stopped, hand-in-hand, to watch a bob of seals, basking and preening on a rocky outcrop just offshore. Without warning, I felt something brush across my groin. Glancing down to see what was going on, I saw that it was in fact Jayne’s free hand, that she had reached across, to stroke the front of my trousers. Turning to face her, I saw a Lascivious grin on her face, that I had not seen for a long time. I looked quizzically at her, smirking back, she announced, “I feel horny.”

Wow…That had come out of the blue. Absolutely the last thing I was expecting. But I reminded her that her olds were at home when we got back, and she would have to wait until much later, until the baby was settled and we had all gone to bed, if she wanted to play.

“Why wait,” Jayne said, “We are alone now. There is nobody for miles to see us, and if I wait, I will lose the urge again and might not get it back.” As she was saying this, her hand was unzipping my trousers and rummaged inside to find my penis.

Whilst one half of my brain was saying ‘who are you, and what have you done with Jayne; bring her back.’ The other was arguing ‘Shut the fuck up and fill your boots!’ The decision was made, when she drew me into a firm embrace and kissed me passionately on the mouth and growled, “Please, I really want this, now.” This was so totally out of character for Jayne, but I could see the want, which had been suppressed for a while now, in her eyes, and knew I could not resist; not that I really wanted to.

Taking Jayne’s hand, and with stiffening dick still protruding from my fly opening, I led her towards the dunes at the back of the beach. There was no need really. Jayne was right, the chances of being seen were minimal. We could have just gone for it there on the open sands. But the reserve in me needed at least the illusion of privacy. So, we climbed through the scrub grass and found a sheltered hollow on the landward side of the dunes, where I lay down the light jacket I was wearing, for us to sit on.

Now we were, so to speak, ‘in position,’ hesitation had crept back in, and we just sat and looked at each other for several minutes. Jayne was the one to break the ice again. Glancing down, she realised my cock was still fully exposed and giggled at the absurdity of it. She leaned in and started kissing and licking my face again, at the same time re-establishing a grip on my semi-hard penis and gently teasing up and down its length, causing my erection to strengthen.

After several minutes of this, I was obviously being too reticent for Jayne’s liking. With a huge sigh, she released my cock, unbuttoned her blouse, and pushed up her bra, baring her tits, with their turgid tips protruding, begging for attention. She also unbuttoned and lowered the zip on her jeans, making it perfectly clear she wanted consideration given to her too. To make it even plainer, she pulled my head down and guided my mouth to her left nipple, and my hand into the waistband of her knickers. Naturally, I complied.

It had been a while since sex was anything other than ‘Sunday morning, in bed, a no-frills mechanical process.’ But muscle memory soon kicked in, and premarital, furtive, wherever you can get away with it techniques resurfaced. As I groped further into Jayne’s pants, through her full pubic bush, I found her wet and willing cleft and started to work my fingers between her outer lips. Although her jeans were open for me, access was limited. So, I broke contact long enough to work them down lower, below her knees. Jayne took that a stage further, by kicking off her shoes and using her feet to work the garments off completely.

Unencumbered now by clothing, I was able to part Jayne’s thighs, giving me full, uninterrupted access to her vulva. I was not overly surprised to find she was soaking wet down there and used that wetness to lubricate my fingers to work on her labia, vagina, and clitoris, making her purr with pleasure. She was obviously enjoying herself, so far.