Gets Me Hard

There were things that my husband didn’t know about the war, the same things I’ve really missed since then. My husband had been a Territorial before the war as a way of making some extra money, and got called up immediately and sent to Egypt, where he spent the next four years, before being posted to Italy until after VE day. It was a relatively comfortable war for him. The Pay Corps were never really in the front line…

Our marriage hadn’t been particularly exciting before then, and I was still a young woman with needs, and suddenly there were all these young men around, and the chance to enjoy the lively social life I hadn’t been having until then. I had two young children, but my mother recognised my predicament, and every Friday and Saturday evening, she’d look after them while I went out dancing. She knew perfectly well what I was doing, and wasn’t remotely concerned that I would come home early on Saturday and Sunday mornings having spent the night in a hotel with a soldier. As she said

“When the cat’s away, the mice will play.”

She was a widow, and on the evenings I wasn’t out, she sometimes received gentlemen guests. A favour was always offered, and expected - some off-ration item, a ten shilling note, that kind of thing. Apparently her mother had done the same kind of thing while Great-Grandfather was away in the Great War. She didn’t expect much from me, although every so often she would ask me to receive gentleman guests who had taken a fancy to me. We’d split what I was given, and it all helped make ends meet. There were a few gentlemen that it paid to keep in with, and most weeks she’d look after the children, while I went to the butcher’s shop to drop my knickers for Mr Stanley, the butcher, who always looked after us with something special from under the counter; or to Mr Kendall, the draper. He gave me the occasional length of silk or cotton, and in return I took his length between my legs most weeks. It wasn’t as exciting as the young soldiers, sailors or airmen I bedded most weekends, but it was necessary, and it was remunerative… And generally I could be in at the back door of their shops, drop my knickers, lift up my skirt, get fucked, and be out again in twenty minutes.

The dance-hall on Friday and Saturday nights was where the fun started. I saw a Free French pilot most weekends early in the war, and he was the first man I’d met who took oral sex seriously. I’d only ever had an orgasm with the gym-mistress at school before that, but he made up for that, and mother would let us meet at hers on Saturday and Sunday afternoons if he was free. She always gave me a wink when she was washing the sheets afterwards, because he made me gush every time, and I was glad that mother had a detached house - the noise I made was incredible when he played with his tongue on my fanny. Then, he got killed, poor dear man, and I was very sad for a while. Then there was a Pole, who was rather more direct, and took me from behind like the peasant farmer he was. He got killed too, and that left me rather down once again. The thing was that in my grief, I realised that cock, and ideally lots of it, is nature’s great pick-me-up. Even a swiftie with a middle-aged butcher in the cutting room behind his shop lifts the spirits. I am always happy when I have one in my fanny.

So I had a very promiscuous period to get over it… The Americans had arrived by then, and we had a black regiment based locally. If there’s a woman in the town who claims she didn’t open up for black cock in the war at least once, she’s a liar. Gifts of nylons, and nine inches of black meat between your legs? A girl couldn’t say no, and I didn’t. I definitely had my fill… On one more than one occasion three or four in one night…

It was a bit risky, I suppose. I didn’t want to get in the family way, and I preferred it when lad used a johnnie, but sometimes a cock is just hard to resist. At least I never caught the clap, although I probably deserved to. And, yes, once or twice Auntie Flo failed to appear on time. The first time, mother went to the doctor and explained the situation, and made the arrangements. Mum and I turned up after surgery hours with a £10 in £1 notes… He said he’d take £8 if I did something for him, and he asked me to change into a boy’s school uniform and he fucked my arse… It was sore, as I hadn’t done it before, but he obviously had. Then I cleaned myself up, he got me in the stirrups, gave me the chloroform and did the job. After I came to, I reached inside his trousers again and gave him a blowjob. Then mum took me home… Mum told me on the way home that he had a bit of a reputation for being interested in boys. The next time I missed my monthly it was back again, and the boy’s school uniform was already out when I arrived…

Then the Americans went, and we knew the tide of the war was turning. I was really dreading my husband coming back, and going back to once a month… Thankfully, he didn’t get back until just after VJ day. VE night and VJ night were both nights to remember. On VE night I ended up with two Jamaican airmen, and I spent VJ night with an Australian. Then the bugger came back, and that cramped my style. No more dancing, no more soldiers, no more cock… Thankfully my mother stepped in again, and I started receiving gentleman callers at her house while the children were at school. The extra money was useful, and some of the chaps were rather nice, particularly a Detective Sergeant who made sure the Police didn’t look to closely at what mother and I were doing in return for fucking me every Wednesday morning. He actually put me in the family way, but I’ve always managed to pass off our third child, my daughter, as my husband’s… It wasn’t the same as the war, though. From being a once-a-day girl, I went down to twice a week if I was lucky, and dull duty with my husband once a month when he remembered.

Until recently, I was resigned to it. Then quite unexpectedly, I started having fun again… My niece moved back to town after college, and she and her husband got jobs teaching at the Technical College. I helped them out a bit with practical things around the house, and one Saturday afternoon about six months ago I needed to drop some curtains at their house. I had a key, and let myself in, and discovered my niece kissing another man in the living room, while her husband was kissing another woman. There were two other couples there, and two single men, and the single men were feeling up one of the women…

“Oh, this is so embarassing, Aunty Vi…” said my niece. “I’m afraid we’re those swingers you read about in the papers. Nigel and I believe in open relationships. Sorry.”

“Don’t think you can shock me, Carole. I lived through the war. And I mean I LIVED through the war. There’s a lot your Uncle doesn’t know, and what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Now these two look like a very nice pair of young men… Let’s have a closer look…”

And with that I went over to the sofa, where the two young men and the woman were sitting, knelt down in front of one of them, opened his flies, and took out his cock…

“Oh my, this is a big one,” I said taking him in my mouth, working his shaft with my fingers “and we are getting excited, aren’t we? Don’t hold back!”

He didn’t, and soon I felt his jizz going down my throat. Then I did the same for the other young man…

“I’ve always thought fancied your Aunty Vi, Carole. And you tell me she still wears stockings?”

“Well, take a look, Nigel,” I said, as I hitched up my skirt. Soon, his fingers were in my fanny…

“See, Nigel. Easy access.”

Carol came over, and took off my knickers.  

“Can Nigel fuck you, Aunty Vi?”

“Oh, yes please!”

Well, it wasn’t just Nigel who fucked me that afternoon. I think that it must have been the suspenders and the fully-fashioned stockings I was wearing, but the other lads couldn’t resist as well. And then, as third cock went into me from behind, my niece sat in front of me on the sofa, and started to play with herself. One of the other women joined her, and soon they were playing with each other as they watched me getting fucked… Finally, the third woman came over and started licking the other woman’s fanny… I hadn’t done this since the gym mistess had taken me into her private changing room at school. I had to, though. I went down on my niece, and parted her lips with my tongue, before starting to frig her. Soon she came.

“Ohhhhh fuuuuuck, Aunty Vi…”

Then I did the other girls, as their men fucked me…

I was home a little late that afternoon, but my husband was still not back from playing dominoes at the British Legion. I hoped there’d be more Saturday afternoons like that, and there have been lots… Lots of men, and lots of girls too. But, for today, it’s a family wedding. My daughter’s getting married. A nice young man, and very competent in the bedroom.