Navy wife Angela and her psychologically neutered husband Les

One of my contacts, Les, spent twenty-five years in the Royal Navy.

Les and Angela were long-time sweethearts. They married the day before his eighteen months deployment on a minesweeper in the Med. He wasn't very highly sexed and had been more than happy to wait until their wedding night to pop her cherry. He'd imbibed too much at the reception and couldn't maintain an erection. He would get hard gazing at her laying beneath him, her tits pushing at the diaphanous fabric of his brides virginal white nightgown. She had pulled it up to reveal her silken blonde triangle and the moistness she could feel between her legs, but when his cock got close to her eagerly waiting tunnel of love he wilted. Try as he might be couldn't penetrate her. She cried herself to dreamtime.

Like many other service wives Angela cheated during his deployment. She knew she was the talk of the married quarters. Now that some fifteen of his eighteen months away had passed he would soon find out about her infidelity so in her letters she decided to confess gradually over that last three months.

The first confession letter arrived while his ship was docked in Malta. He was devastated that his virgin bride hadn't waited for him. He went ashore, got well oiled, and found a well past her sell by date whore. She took him to her rooms, stripped and lay on a stained mattress on the floor with her legs spread ready for him. He didn't get hard. She laughed at him, as did her pimp when he walked in from the other room to see what had amused her so.

He slept in a park that night. As he arrived back on board ship a mate of his made an innocent joke of his absence. He hit him and ended up in front of his commanding officer for that and for being awol. He told his commanding officer about the letter and was given some compassionate leave. The next day Les was on a flight to Brize Norton then bus and train to Plymouth. It was midnight by the time he arrived at their house in St. Budeaux. He let himself in through the kitchen door just as his wife came downstairs naked.

She was shocked to say the least. Not as shocked as he was though. He could see her wet, matted pubes and the love bites on her breasts. Her tits were filled but less pert than he remembered and her belly more plump than he recalled. She put a finger to her lips. He asked why then realised she had someone upstairs. He was a broken man. He broke down in tears, his whole body shuddered with his sobbing.

She left him crying while she went to tell her lover that her husband was home. Before her lover could leave though Les made one last stab at being a man and stormed upstairs to confront them. Angela's lover was almost dressed. He was facing away from the door. Les was about to go for him when he realised who it was, his own brother. Les could only ask them why. His brother said sorry as he rushed past Les to leave.

Angela, still naked, took Les into her arms to comfort him. Despite having cheated she loved him and didn't want to lose him. Her crying, her begging and her kisses softened his resolved to walk out. Her naked body and the aroma of sex around her stirred his loins despite his hurt, anger and grief. Angela pulled gently on his flaccid dick, kissing him tenderly and leading him to the bed. She had Les lay on the bed, kissed his tears away, put his hands to her tits and then slid down his torso kissing him all the way. His eyes closed as Angela's mouth wrapped around his manhood. As soon as he was rigid Angela straddled him. She guided his cock between her pussy lips moving it back and forth using the juices from shagging his brother to lubricate his shaft.

His hands now caressing her breasts Angela lowered herself. An inch of Les was in her cunt though because his better endowed brother had left her gaping she could hardly feel him. Angela squeezed her vaginal muscles as she took his second and third inches. His fourth and final inch was the last he would give her for at that moment he heard the screeching wail of a young baby. He lost his hard-on. Angela climbed off him, left the room and came back babe in arms.

Les was beyond being shocked any more. Angela started at the beginning.

She told Les that his willingness to wait for their wedding night had frustrated her. She had cheated on him while they were engaged. The first time was on a school trip to Cornwall. The second was a church outing to Okehampton he had missed because he was ill. The third man in her was a much older uncle. He did her many times, the last time being a week before the wedding. Angela said she loved him but she knew how good being fucked felt and had realised how lacking he was going to be in bed. She told him she would have been ok with his small prick if only he had wanted to use it before they wed and had been able to use it. She said she knew that if she was to have a satisfying sex life she would never have better chances than when he was away at sea.

Les pointed at the bundle she was holding to her breast and commented sarcastically that it couldn't be his brother's sprog. He added unnecessarily that its colour was a big clue. He told her he wanted the truth, the whole truth, before he decided what he was going to do.

They talked till dawn. Angela gave Les all the details. She knew things could go either way. He would probably divorce her anyway but a lover of hers enjoyed her telling him about being with other men and if she could excite Les with her confessions he might just forgive her...

She is called Anna. I met her sire one night at Rooftops nightclub in town a few days after you went to Malta. I'd started taking the pill in anticipation of our wedding night because I didn't want to be pregnant while you were away. I had an upset stomach the day you left, probably the prawns from our reception, and this left me fertile.

Ady is a Nigerian sailor on detachment from their navy to Fisgard at Torpoint. He was very charming, very black, the eldest offspring of a chieftain no less. I was fascinated by the tribal scars on his face. I couldn't resist tracing them just as he didn't resist running his hands all over my body. Even on the dance floor Ady played with my boobs and through the slow dances he put his dark fingers under my miniskirt, pushed my knickers to one side and felt his way up my juicy cunt. If we hadn't left early I think Ady would have taken me to a dark corner and shagged me in front of anybody who cared to watch a young married white woman being pleasured by black guy.

The taxi driver kept glancing in the mirror watching me being slutty letting Ady finger me. His only comment was to Ady when he pushed my head down to his lap, he told him to cum in my mouth because he didn't want a mess on the seat. I had no option but to swallow his creamy cum because he didn't stop fucking my mouth even after he had blown his goo into it.

Ady wasn't a considerate lover. He almost tore my clothes off and pretty much threw me onto our bed. He slid straight into me, grunting and muttering in his native tongue as he thrust his black cock in and out of my very willing pussy. Being used as a fuck toy and the sight and feel of his well muscled dark skin as he pounded away was enough to make me orgasm. Ady emptied his balls into me shortly afterwards. Ady stayed the night. I woke him up with my lips around his dark shaft, he made me swallow that load too. Before leaving he had me doggy style by the window. I think Paul, our neighbour might have seen Ady's hands on my tits. Ady left soon after and I didn't see him again. It wasn't until Anna was born that I knew who had impregnated me.

Angela stopped confessing. She smiled when she saw how hard Les was. He stayed hard when she put her mouth around it. Les came very quickly.

During the rest of his leave Angela told Les of other lovers. He craved her confessions. He tried to fuck her but always failed when his cock end was knocking on heaven's door. He could only stay hard in his hand, her hand or her mouth. He was still very upset and very hurt. They argued a lot but settled on trying to make their marriage work. All of her letters while he was on deployment had a confession. He received a lot of letters. Les kept them all and, now in his eighties, passed them to me for transcription.

For the first few years Angela was faithful when Les was home on leave but eventually he wanted to hear Angela being fucked. They would arrange for Anna to spend the night elsewhere. If she introduced him to her lover as her home on leave brother he was to stay downstairs and listen to the old bed frame rocking against the wall. If however she introduced him as her husband she, or the guy, told him to go to bed. He listened to her many times from Anna's room.