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It is a fact that us stay at home Englishmen if told to stay at home get restless… perhaps we don’t like being told… anyway this poxy virus, had us all shut in so I thought I would relate to you a friends tale.
He`s just your average married man, suffers from a chest complaint and his wife has diabetic tendencies, so they are on the ‘at risk’ register, and isolating which to them is simple, but inconvenient some days. they have been married five years, and in her case it`s her second marriage, widowed 7 years back, they are both in their 50s.
His name is Samuel Nicolson, known to the world as Sam, he`s 51 and an ex-army warrant officer. Having served for 22 years, and having been on bomb disposal, he had never taken a wife as he felt that would have been too much of a strain on any woman, but he had had a few affairs, mostly with his piers wives, the last being with an officers wife, which lasted till the poor man`s death, in Northern Ireland, by luck at about the same time our hero was retiring.
After his passing, Sam found the lady in need of a shoulder to cry on, luckily, they lived in the same area and two years later, he married her, probably to ensure he was well looked after in his retirement!
Her name is Ella, at the time of their marriage a pretty brown haired attractive and fit 45year old lady of 5feet 8inches and a goodly well-kept shape.
After the marriage, the keeping fit and gym time had fallen off a lot and she had begun to fill out a tad, though in a cuddly sort of way. He spent a lot of time gardening, and she indoors and they are fairly well provided for, with her widows pension and his own pension. They live in their own bungalow, beside a roman road between Canterbury and the Romney marshlands, in Kent. It’s a good hundred yards from the next homestead, and a car is an essential not a luxury.
So much for background, anyway we all know about this poxy virus and how we are urged to self-isolate.
For them it was not a problem, neither had much of a family, and bread milk and mail were dropped off at the gate daily by a man from the village shop, they had a freezer full of food and all the veg a garden could provide, but the drawback was that they couldn’t follow their hobbies which normally kept them apart and sane! Suddenly they were together 24/7, and as most of us know it was/is mind bending stuff. For them it was a problem.
You see the affair had been sexual, throughout, and was now more routine than adventurous
His uncut 7” was the attraction, and it was both appreciated, and it was the attraction for her, by reputation amongst the ladies of the camp! It was a straight vanilla and hard, sexual affair from the start, and truth to tell, different to all Ella was now use to!
After the funeral Sam had soon been discharged, retired, and by chance they had met in Maidstone where Sam lived at the time with his mother a sickly lady in her 80`s. Ella having returned to her roots being a Maid of Kent. They dated for a while, until Sam`s mother passed away, then on the rebound so to speak they married, a marriage of convenience one could say. She sold her flat and he his mother`s house and they bought this delightful if a little isolated bungalow where they lived together in a vanilla ‘once a week for definite’ sex fashion, she spending most days at an equestrian centre as a helper for disabled riders and he ether at his garden, or in the village pub which kept them apart for the greater part of each day. Oh, don’t get me wrong they cared for one another, even loved one another in a funny sort of way, but they were a little, well I spose remote would just about cover it.
But now the pub shut and the equestrian centre too so suddenly they were together and couldn’t get apart.
It took three days of boredom to get them chatting, telling one another odd snippets from their past`s, but it was on the fourth day, in their bed over a morning cup of tea that the real open-heart stuff began.
It started with Ella asking, “why he only ever had sex in the same old vanilla fashion, just as he had last night?” He nearly dropped his cup as he spluttered, “he thought she liked it that way!” her reply was, “oh don’t get me wrong , your good at it that way, but in five years and when we were at it in the camp, you’ve never once tried any variation`s, and though I love it that way, well it struck me as strange!” he placed his cup ion the bedside stand, in case he spilt any, then turned to her and said, “Are you experienced in other ways then?” she smiled drained the cup and placed it on her nightstand, “well yes…I suppose I was with Alfie, he was a real pervert, and his smaller dick made him a sadistic sort too, but he was nowhere as good at vanilla as you!” her hand strayed to his stiffening tool, and she kissed him. Sex twice in a week, this was more than they had had since that initial rush just after they married… he kissed her, tenderly, and thoughtfully. They lay together silently listening to the rain on the windows and wondering where this may lead.
At last he asked about her ex-husbands games, saying, “To pass away time on this rainy day would she tell him about Alfie if it was not going to upset her?” adding, “we never have really discussed him, or even our pasts or sex for that matter have we?”
He finished his tea, more to break the ominous silence. To his surprise she exclaimed, “ I never have spoken of him as I felt you didn’t want to know, especially about my sex life in fact my life before we met, and so on, I`m sorry did I misinterpret us, and what you wanted from this marriage?” he kissed her, then with a serious face said “I had avoided the subject as you didn’t seem to want to talk about it and I hadn’t wanted to stir things up!” they burst out laughing, then she said “OK, tell you what lets treat this ‘incarceration as an opportunity then, you tell me all about your life and I shall tell you all about mine and we shall take it from there and perhaps our marriage won`t go as stale as it has been!” they kissed and laughed, then she said, “you first…”
He laughed then said it should be ladies first but I spose there may be less sexually to my story, and she hit him playfully with a chuckle.
He told her about his parents first and his c***dhood, (she had known his mum briefly) apparently, they had been strict, hard-working and loving and they had been proud of him especially when he had joined up.
After his dads death his mother had lived alone until his retirement when he joined her for her last few years. After a while in the services he had had an affair with one of the corporals wives, a bit of a slut named Maurine against the bins at the back of the cookhouse, she had told her friend and his reputation had snowballed, he having vanilla, sex with a lot of the wives, some behind their men`s backs and occasionally with the husbands cuckold consent!
Slowly he rose through the ranks, becoming first an assistant ammunition technical officer, and then on deployment in Cyprus, and later Northern Ireland, as an ATO in his own right, there he was sent on a full time posting to Belfast garrison, three years in that role was enough for anyone, and he was posted to the bomb school as an instructor, for his last few years, where he had met Ella thanks to her friend Pom, who he had had on numerous occasions while hubby was away, up until her husband`s posting.
After he had “come out” he had kicked around with no particular woman, just odd one-night stands.
“Then by chance they had met in the market at Maidstone and the rest she knew”. She lay beside him, her hand in his, both staring at the ceiling not daring to have eye contact, she knew it was her turn, and she needed to collect her thoughts.
She too started off with her c***dhood, born in the manor house, father the local magistrate, mother the dowager duchess of Madeley. A distant c***dhood though daddy began misusing her by the time she was 12 and was sharing her with her older brother before she was 15, sadly the brother was an effeminate bi who went off with his cousin the third earl. Father was so beside himself he shot himself on a hunting trip and even botched that, he never really recovered, and once the facts had come out, her mother soon had the wreck of a man confined to a nursing home, enjoying the rest of her life in charge of the estate but rapidly running short of cash, as her hobby was gambling, (or at least losing.) She introduced her daughter to “society” and selected Alfred the late Duke of Wallows only son, who had just been left a huge fortune on his father`s passing. The lad was a second lieutenant at the time but was soon to be promoted. They were married in the April, all fool`s day and it proved to be apt. Her Alfie was thought ‘a bit of a wag,’ a sexual soul used to getting his own way in everything.
Her mother, to her surprise found the lad uncontrollable, in fact it was rumoured that she even took her son in law to bed to try and control him. Sadly, he was having none of her games and when he had had her his way, she couldn’t walk for a day or two comfortably, though he returned home with a broad smile.
Unfortunately, Alfie boy was heavy-handed with his new wife too. It all started with a spanking, only a week into the honeymoon, he said it was his way, and truth to tell she had found it…stimulating at least in the early stages.
She said that Alfie had told her he had ‘found’ a maid at the manor that had let him take certain liberties when he was a youngster, he had always been suspicious that his father had had a hand in him losing his virginity that way and so easily… either way he had a taste for the ladies, and encouraged by ‘Daddy’ he treated all women servants, in the same way…badly!
In fact, it wasn’t only servants, his pretty cousin fell to his ‘charms’ as did his married aunt, the former having his c***d, and the latter having a divorce! Nothing perturbed, he joined up, mostly to avoid his uncle!
It was just then that his father passed away and his mother by then having gone, he was a rich man.
Ella`s mother had seized on him hoping his fortune would ‘carry her over’ The girl was soon hitched to him, partly as he fancied her and partly to satisfy the military as they prefer married officers, believing them more stable.
He found his niche in the service, ‘blowing things up’ and became an ATO fairly quickly. After a nomadic military existence, they arrived at the training HQ at a place near Birmingham. By then he had been on a number of detachments, always unaccompanied, and usually of 4 or even 6 months and in some of the worlds hot spots, not least in the Ulster areas.
She had become used to submitting herself to his heavy handed sexual style on his return each time, and like all the wives on the establishment, she had become frustrated while their men were away, hence on her friends recommendation she had found a ‘friendly’ instructor, who had “helped her over the fallow periods” while he was away and they had enjoyed their affair. He was home that time for six months, then but was sent over as reinforcements on one of those, ‘few day’. tours for the orange day parades. Called to a car bomb, on the route, it was an unlucky Alfie that stuck his head out too look.
He did it just as some shrapnel was blown over the wall he was hidden behind and bingo she was free to choose another husband, and the recipient of a widows pension.
It had been a shallow marriage of convenience anyway, and after the funeral attended by all including Sam, she had been allowed just a week to find somewhere else to live, the Military being all heart.
Being a Maid of Kent (not a Kentish maid you will please note) she bought a little place in a village near Maidstone, and by shear chance had bumped into Sam on that fateful market day.
In the bed he turned to her and kissed her tenderly, these revelations being as much as he had ever known of her background since he had met her. Oh he knew she was of humbler stock than her husband who was what squaddies call a toff but he had not enquired further as he wanted her as his wife, as she was now, he had learnt from his once scary job, to live for today and her history meant little to him though it had given him an insight to her mind-set, it had taken all this married time and a virus from china…
Would it change things between them, these sexual revelations, well we shall see after breakfast in part 2!
It is a fact that us stay at home Englishmen if told to stay at home get restless… perhaps we don’t like being told… anyway this poxy virus, had us all shut in so I thought I would relate to you a friends tale.
He`s just your average married man, suffers from a chest complaint and his wife has diabetic tendencies, so they are on the ‘at risk’ register, and isolating which to them is simple, but inconvenient some days. they have been married five years, and in her case it`s her second marriage, widowed 7 years back, they are both in their 50s.
His name is Samuel Nicolson, known to the world as Sam, he`s 51 and an ex-army warrant officer. Having served for 22 years, and having been on bomb disposal, he had never taken a wife as he felt that would have been too much of a strain on any woman, but he had had a few affairs, mostly with his piers wives, the last being with an officers wife, which lasted till the poor man`s death, in Northern Ireland, by luck at about the same time our hero was retiring.
After his passing, Sam found the lady in need of a shoulder to cry on, luckily, they lived in the same area and two years later, he married her, probably to ensure he was well looked after in his retirement!
Her name is Ella, at the time of their marriage a pretty brown haired attractive and fit 45year old lady of 5feet 8inches and a goodly well-kept shape.
After the marriage, the keeping fit and gym time had fallen off a lot and she had begun to fill out a tad, though in a cuddly sort of way. He spent a lot of time gardening, and she indoors and they are fairly well provided for, with her widows pension and his own pension. They live in their own bungalow, beside a roman road between Canterbury and the Romney marshlands, in Kent. It’s a good hundred yards from the next homestead, and a car is an essential not a luxury.
So much for background, anyway we all know about this poxy virus and how we are urged to self-isolate.
For them it was not a problem, neither had much of a family, and bread milk and mail were dropped off at the gate daily by a man from the village shop, they had a freezer full of food and all the veg a garden could provide, but the drawback was that they couldn’t follow their hobbies which normally kept them apart and sane! Suddenly they were together 24/7, and as most of us know it was/is mind bending stuff. For them it was a problem.
You see the affair had been sexual, throughout, and was now more routine than adventurous
His uncut 7” was the attraction, and it was both appreciated, and it was the attraction for her, by reputation amongst the ladies of the camp! It was a straight vanilla and hard, sexual affair from the start, and truth to tell, different to all Ella was now use to!
After the funeral Sam had soon been discharged, retired, and by chance they had met in Maidstone where Sam lived at the time with his mother a sickly lady in her 80`s. Ella having returned to her roots being a Maid of Kent. They dated for a while, until Sam`s mother passed away, then on the rebound so to speak they married, a marriage of convenience one could say. She sold her flat and he his mother`s house and they bought this delightful if a little isolated bungalow where they lived together in a vanilla ‘once a week for definite’ sex fashion, she spending most days at an equestrian centre as a helper for disabled riders and he ether at his garden, or in the village pub which kept them apart for the greater part of each day. Oh, don’t get me wrong they cared for one another, even loved one another in a funny sort of way, but they were a little, well I spose remote would just about cover it.
But now the pub shut and the equestrian centre too so suddenly they were together and couldn’t get apart.
It took three days of boredom to get them chatting, telling one another odd snippets from their past`s, but it was on the fourth day, in their bed over a morning cup of tea that the real open-heart stuff began.
It started with Ella asking, “why he only ever had sex in the same old vanilla fashion, just as he had last night?” He nearly dropped his cup as he spluttered, “he thought she liked it that way!” her reply was, “oh don’t get me wrong , your good at it that way, but in five years and when we were at it in the camp, you’ve never once tried any variation`s, and though I love it that way, well it struck me as strange!” he placed his cup ion the bedside stand, in case he spilt any, then turned to her and said, “Are you experienced in other ways then?” she smiled drained the cup and placed it on her nightstand, “well yes…I suppose I was with Alfie, he was a real pervert, and his smaller dick made him a sadistic sort too, but he was nowhere as good at vanilla as you!” her hand strayed to his stiffening tool, and she kissed him. Sex twice in a week, this was more than they had had since that initial rush just after they married… he kissed her, tenderly, and thoughtfully. They lay together silently listening to the rain on the windows and wondering where this may lead.
At last he asked about her ex-husbands games, saying, “To pass away time on this rainy day would she tell him about Alfie if it was not going to upset her?” adding, “we never have really discussed him, or even our pasts or sex for that matter have we?”
He finished his tea, more to break the ominous silence. To his surprise she exclaimed, “ I never have spoken of him as I felt you didn’t want to know, especially about my sex life in fact my life before we met, and so on, I`m sorry did I misinterpret us, and what you wanted from this marriage?” he kissed her, then with a serious face said “I had avoided the subject as you didn’t seem to want to talk about it and I hadn’t wanted to stir things up!” they burst out laughing, then she said “OK, tell you what lets treat this ‘incarceration as an opportunity then, you tell me all about your life and I shall tell you all about mine and we shall take it from there and perhaps our marriage won`t go as stale as it has been!” they kissed and laughed, then she said, “you first…”
He laughed then said it should be ladies first but I spose there may be less sexually to my story, and she hit him playfully with a chuckle.
He told her about his parents first and his c***dhood, (she had known his mum briefly) apparently, they had been strict, hard-working and loving and they had been proud of him especially when he had joined up.
After his dads death his mother had lived alone until his retirement when he joined her for her last few years. After a while in the services he had had an affair with one of the corporals wives, a bit of a slut named Maurine against the bins at the back of the cookhouse, she had told her friend and his reputation had snowballed, he having vanilla, sex with a lot of the wives, some behind their men`s backs and occasionally with the husbands cuckold consent!
Slowly he rose through the ranks, becoming first an assistant ammunition technical officer, and then on deployment in Cyprus, and later Northern Ireland, as an ATO in his own right, there he was sent on a full time posting to Belfast garrison, three years in that role was enough for anyone, and he was posted to the bomb school as an instructor, for his last few years, where he had met Ella thanks to her friend Pom, who he had had on numerous occasions while hubby was away, up until her husband`s posting.
After he had “come out” he had kicked around with no particular woman, just odd one-night stands.
“Then by chance they had met in the market at Maidstone and the rest she knew”. She lay beside him, her hand in his, both staring at the ceiling not daring to have eye contact, she knew it was her turn, and she needed to collect her thoughts.
She too started off with her c***dhood, born in the manor house, father the local magistrate, mother the dowager duchess of Madeley. A distant c***dhood though daddy began misusing her by the time she was 12 and was sharing her with her older brother before she was 15, sadly the brother was an effeminate bi who went off with his cousin the third earl. Father was so beside himself he shot himself on a hunting trip and even botched that, he never really recovered, and once the facts had come out, her mother soon had the wreck of a man confined to a nursing home, enjoying the rest of her life in charge of the estate but rapidly running short of cash, as her hobby was gambling, (or at least losing.) She introduced her daughter to “society” and selected Alfred the late Duke of Wallows only son, who had just been left a huge fortune on his father`s passing. The lad was a second lieutenant at the time but was soon to be promoted. They were married in the April, all fool`s day and it proved to be apt. Her Alfie was thought ‘a bit of a wag,’ a sexual soul used to getting his own way in everything.
Her mother, to her surprise found the lad uncontrollable, in fact it was rumoured that she even took her son in law to bed to try and control him. Sadly, he was having none of her games and when he had had her his way, she couldn’t walk for a day or two comfortably, though he returned home with a broad smile.
Unfortunately, Alfie boy was heavy-handed with his new wife too. It all started with a spanking, only a week into the honeymoon, he said it was his way, and truth to tell she had found it…stimulating at least in the early stages.
She said that Alfie had told her he had ‘found’ a maid at the manor that had let him take certain liberties when he was a youngster, he had always been suspicious that his father had had a hand in him losing his virginity that way and so easily… either way he had a taste for the ladies, and encouraged by ‘Daddy’ he treated all women servants, in the same way…badly!
In fact, it wasn’t only servants, his pretty cousin fell to his ‘charms’ as did his married aunt, the former having his c***d, and the latter having a divorce! Nothing perturbed, he joined up, mostly to avoid his uncle!
It was just then that his father passed away and his mother by then having gone, he was a rich man.
Ella`s mother had seized on him hoping his fortune would ‘carry her over’ The girl was soon hitched to him, partly as he fancied her and partly to satisfy the military as they prefer married officers, believing them more stable.
He found his niche in the service, ‘blowing things up’ and became an ATO fairly quickly. After a nomadic military existence, they arrived at the training HQ at a place near Birmingham. By then he had been on a number of detachments, always unaccompanied, and usually of 4 or even 6 months and in some of the worlds hot spots, not least in the Ulster areas.
She had become used to submitting herself to his heavy handed sexual style on his return each time, and like all the wives on the establishment, she had become frustrated while their men were away, hence on her friends recommendation she had found a ‘friendly’ instructor, who had “helped her over the fallow periods” while he was away and they had enjoyed their affair. He was home that time for six months, then but was sent over as reinforcements on one of those, ‘few day’. tours for the orange day parades. Called to a car bomb, on the route, it was an unlucky Alfie that stuck his head out too look.
He did it just as some shrapnel was blown over the wall he was hidden behind and bingo she was free to choose another husband, and the recipient of a widows pension.
It had been a shallow marriage of convenience anyway, and after the funeral attended by all including Sam, she had been allowed just a week to find somewhere else to live, the Military being all heart.
Being a Maid of Kent (not a Kentish maid you will please note) she bought a little place in a village near Maidstone, and by shear chance had bumped into Sam on that fateful market day.
In the bed he turned to her and kissed her tenderly, these revelations being as much as he had ever known of her background since he had met her. Oh he knew she was of humbler stock than her husband who was what squaddies call a toff but he had not enquired further as he wanted her as his wife, as she was now, he had learnt from his once scary job, to live for today and her history meant little to him though it had given him an insight to her mind-set, it had taken all this married time and a virus from china…
Would it change things between them, these sexual revelations, well we shall see after breakfast in part 2!
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