Monday 12th January 2015
Cochem, in the Mosel Valley
Germany
I stood in an apartment overlooking the Mosel River. My wife, Amanda, and I, had been celebrating our third wedding anniversary, and during four great days we enjoyed a river cruise, visits to local vineyards, castles and small, picturesque towns. We’d finished packing, and within the hour we’d be returning to my British Army unit in Paderborn.
I said, “These past few days have been great, but it’s time to get back to our usual routine.”
“I don’t have any shifts in the YMCA cafe or shop until Thursday so I’ll be able to relax for another couple of days.”
“I’ll be in early all week but you’ll be able to spend longer in bed and avoid the snow.”
She grinned. “I do enjoy a bit more time in bed when it’s cold outside.”
Two days after our holiday had ended, I was asked for a form that I’d left at home. It was to confirm if I was continuing my military service beyond June 2015. I didn’t usually go home at lunchtime, even though our married quarters weren’t too far from the barracks. I told the clerk I’d fetch the completed form so it could be processed more quickly.
I arrived at my flat, and quietly unlocked the door to surprise Amanda. I succeeded.
As I closed the door, I could hear panting, so I walked carefully along the hall and eased the bedroom door open further. For a moment, I stared and listened in disbelief.
Amanda was kneeling on the bed in black stockings and red stilettos. Her head was held between the legs of Stan Jenkins, an unmarried soldier I knew. He was kneeling on the bed, holding Amanda in place by her long auburn hair as she gave him a blowjob. Kneeling between Amanda’s legs, holding her thick waist, and thrusting back and forward, was Joe Carter.
I knew him too, because he was Stan Jenkins’ best friend, and they were both in my unit.
I said, “When you’ve finished, pack your fucking bags and get out, you slut.” The activity all stopped and all three turned to look at me. It was difficult to tell who looked more afraid. Amanda’s lips moved silently as she stared at me. I was bigger than either of the two men who were both about nineteen years old. “As for you two, I’d keep out of my fucking way from now on.”
“Bill … please!” Amanda’s words ended in a sob as she turned and tried to find something to cover herself. Anything she said was a waste of time, just like our three years of marriage.
The two young men climbed off to the far side of the bed, and started pulling on clothes, probably waiting for me to step forward, but I didn’t. I merely clenched and unclenched my fists.
Stan paused, after pulling on his pants. “We’re not the first—”
“No, we’re not,” Joe said. “We—”
I ignored the two blokes, and fixed my gaze on the body they’d been enjoying.
Amanda sobbed. “Bill … they … they forced me—”
I said, “If you’re here when I get home later today, I’ll put you in fucking hospital. It’s over, so fuck off, and I don’t care where you go. Remember to take anything you want to keep.”
I closed the door and returned to the barracks stifling the rage I felt.
I reported directly to my commanding officer, told him what had happened, and that I wanted to end my service and get away. Apart from saying how sad it made him, he made no effort to stop me.
He said, “I can understand that your position in the unit would be untenable once word gets out. Write a brief statement and I’ll deal with the soldiers involved—”
“There’s no need, sir. I would prefer it if you pulled them in and told them that because I know how word goes around, they’ve ended my career.”
“I’ll certainly do that. In the meantime, go directly to the clerk, sign termination of service papers, and take the remainder of your time here as compassionate leave.”
“Thank you, sir. It will give me the opportunity to contact a removal firm, and deal with packing up my belongings into boxes. I’ll sell or give away anything I don’t intend to keep.”
He came around the desk and shook my hand. “I’m personally grateful that you’ve maintained your composure. There’ll be no need to visit your department or anyone else. I’ll ensure that your sudden disappearance is explained with a credible reason.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Instead of going home and possibly seeing Amanda, I drove into town, parked in a side street, and went into a bar, still in uniform. An hour later, I couldn’t have driven if I’d wanted to. After a couple of hours of drinking, I walked home to find that Amanda had done as I’d suggested. Two suitcases were missing, but she’d left some shoes, and a number of items in the wardrobe, and the dresser drawers. She’d probably taken all she could carry and left in a hurry. I slept on the sofa.
The next day, after two coffees to help wake me up and clear my head I made several phone calls. I contacted a solicitor to initiate divorce proceedings, and ask for some immediate advice. I also contacted our German and UK banks to amend the status of our joint accounts. It took longer than I expected, but I reached an estate agent in Scotland to organise rented accommodation. When I had a forwarding address, I arranged a removal company to deliver a stack of packing boxes to my married quarters address. I wanted to pack them myself and asked for collection to be three days later. I confirmed the details of the delivery address and the earliest date I’d be able to accept them. When the boxes arrived, it took me two days, packing all my clothes and shoes. I also threw in all the items Amanda had been unable to take with her. I’d give her things to a charity shop in the UK. In the flat, I had all the usual domestic appliances, so I contacted a local charity and they sent a big van to collect everything.
When everything else was organised, I made another call and booked myself and car onto a ferry from Zeeebrugge to Dover. After the crossing it would be a long drive up the length of England to reach Scotland, but I wouldn’t be in a rush to start my new life; alone.
I drove away from Paderborn less than a week after finding my wife simultaneously satisfying two randy soldiers. It was a sight I had difficulty putting out of my mind. My Amanda’s fuller figure held firmly between two eager young men and all three of them unaware of me until I spoke. Before I’d said anything, I’d stood in the bedroom doorway watching, as if it was a live show. When I thought back to it, the only difference was, my wife of three years was the porn queen.
I’d slept on the sofa during my final nights in the married quarters because every time I went into the bedroom I saw my voluptuous wife being taken at both ends by young men, and loving it.
*
Monday 19th January 2015
Clydebank
I stood on the balcony of my rented apartment and looked out towards the River Clyde which was less than a mile away. As I shivered in the morning chill, it struck me how rapidly my circumstances had changed. I’d lived in this furnished flat since the previous Friday and was delighted to hear confirmation from the removal company that my boxes would be with me sometime during the next day.
I’d already heard from my solicitor that Amanda would not be contesting my divorce application, and I’d taken most of the money from what had been our joint account. I gave the bank instructions to close the account when the other account holder had withdrawn the balance.
I had no job, but neither did I have any financial worries due to an investment account I’d had since I first joined the army. The cash in there had been saved and earning me interest for nearly eighteen years. It was the one secret I’d kept from Amanda during our three-year marriage. I had intended to surprise her by using those savings to put a deposit on a house, but it now looked like I might be buying a flat. My monthly military pension was substantial and would be sufficient for me to live on. I’d keep an eye open for a part-time job, or perhaps do something from home to earn a bit extra.
In the evening, I strolled along Drumry Road into Clydebank, which was only a mile away. I went into The Atlantis on Kilbowie Road and sat in a booth, to enjoy a pint of lager. One pint followed another. Several beers, and a couple of hours later, I set off back home. The alcohol had some effect and made me feel tipsy, but I didn’t realise how much I’d gone off the taste.
I’d been a beer drinker in my younger days, but in more recent times had switched to white wine. It had been one of the deciding factors when I’d booked the romantic winter break among the vineyards of the Mosel Valley in March.
As I ambled along Drumry Road, it was peaceful, and when I saw the apartment block up ahead I was reminded that I was alone in the flat. It was the base from which my new life would continue, and as much as I thought that way, I kept getting flashbacks to when I last saw Amanda.
“At least I know she enjoyed the last fucking she had in our bed.”
I stepped out of the lift on the top floor and walked along to my flat. I was in number 18, and I had no idea who lived in number 17. It wasn’t really important because although I was usually a sociable person, I wasn’t ready to start making new friends. I had a couple of bottles of white wine in the fridge, and one of them could be my friend before I went to bed.
I switched on the large-screen television and stared at the channel options.
“Internet? I didn’t notice that before.” I selected the internet and after supplying an email address and password I was gazing at the biggest internet screen I’d ever used. I logged in to my email account, found a few Spam messages and got rid of them. There was nothing else so I logged out and momentarily considered a news channel, but decided against it. I didn’t need negativity.
“Big screen porn … that’s what I could try.” I typed in ‘porn channels’ and a list appeared that would take a while to go through. I scrolled down and selected ‘Random Choice’. The list disappeared and a hazy purple background filled the screen. While a few advertisements were running for sexual accessories and chat web links, I fetched a bottle of wine and a glass.
I returned to find a selection of videos all playing and overlapping each other so I couldn’t focus on any one. I pressed the Play button on the remote, and one video appeared with ‘Crossdressers 4 U’ in large red and white letters. I could change it easily enough if it were boring, so I left it to play while I poured a glass of wine.
“You are stunning,” I whispered as I watched a beautiful brunette in a red dress walking into a bedroom. On the bed was a naked, muscular hunk with an impressive cock, considering it was soft and lying over his upper thigh. When he spoke it was in a foreign language so I chose subtitles and muted the sound.
‘You are so sexy Chantelle.’
‘And you have a cock that would make any girl feel sexy, Marcus.’
Chantelle stood at the end of the bed, with her back to the camera. She slipped out of the red dress, and paused for a moment, standing in her white bra, panties, white hold-up stockings and black high heels.
‘You don’t need the panties my sexy girl, but wear the rest if you wish.”
Chantelle slipped her fingers into the waistband of her skimpy panties and eased them down over her hips and down her legs. When the garment fell to her feet, she squatted to unhook the delicate material from her stilettos. I stared at the screen as she bent forward slightly, with her thighs squeezed tight together. I could see the head of a cock sticking out just below her buttocks.
As Chantelle took a step forward, the camera angle changed to show the view from the front. Chantelle had a cock about half the size of her boyfriend’s. It fell forward, swinging free under her smooth pubic area.
I sipped my wine as I watched mesmerised, while the couple on the bed kissed and fondled each other. As Chantelle lay beside Marcus, she sent one hand down over his toned body. The girl with extra between her legs had bright red fingernails, and they contrasted with the man’s pale skin. As the slender fingers slowly moved down, they dug into the boyfriend’s inner thighs.
When Chantelle’s fingers moved up to play with Marcus’s big cock it was done slowly and the camera zoomed in. Like Chantelle, Marcus was circumcised, and the distinctive head of his cock seemed to expand rapidly like the shaft when stroked.
“Marcus, you lucky bastard,” I murmured. The woman on the bed was so sexy I dismissed the fact that she also had a cock. “I could happily roll around in a bed with you, Chantelle.”
I watched, fascinated by the sight of two men getting it on together, although one had the beautifully made up face and hairstyle of a woman. I knew, of course that these things were a regular feature on porn sites, but I’d never taken much interest before.
For the first time, instead of viewing such a porn video as kinky, I pushed my jeans and boxers down to give me access to my growing cock. I slowly stroked myself and watched Chantelle suck Marcus’s big dick. For a moment while her glossy lips slipped up and down over the head, I wasn’t entirely sure which of the two people I imagined myself to be as I fantasised.
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