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He marched alongside Soldiers, marching six abreast,

He knew it was Remembrance Day, he walked along with pride,

And did his best to keep in step with the soldiers by his side.

And when the march was over, the boy looked rather tired;

A soldier said. “Whose medals son?” to which the boy replied,

“They belong to my Dad, but he didn’t come back.

He died out in Afghanistan , up on a Helmand track”.

The boy looked rather sad, and a tear came to his eye;

But the soldier said, “Don’t worry son, I’ll tell you why,”

He said, “Your dad marched with us today, all the bloomin way,

All us soldiers knew he was here, it’s like that on Remembrance Day.”

The boy looked rather puzzled - he didn’t understand

But the soldier went on talking, and started to wave his hand,

“For this great land we live in, there’s a price we have to pay,

To keep our Country free, and fly our flag today.

“Yes we all love fun and merriment in this country where we live,

But the price was that some soldier his precious life must give;

For you to go to school, my son, and worship God at will

Somebody had to pay the price, so our soldiers paid the bill.

"Your dad died for us my son, for all things good and true,

And I hope you can understand these words I’ve said to you”.

The boy looked up at the soldier and after a little while,

His face changed expression, and he said with a beautiful smile,

“I know my dad marched here today, this our Remembrance Day,

I know he did, I know he did, all the bloomin way”

So, i now had a lover….hubby was happy that i was being looked after in all ways…and an old friend was getting to enjoy the body of a girl over twenty year’s his junior. A win win situation for all involved. The night had started very well. Id came about 6 times prior to him pumping a massive load over my face before i licked and sucked him clean….that over i reminded him that i had cooked us a meal so we retired to the dining room where i sat him down and went about the business of sorting the meal out and serving it up. We enjoyed a lovely couple of hours eating, drinking and generally flirting. Afterwards i suggested we take a shower or nice long bath but he declined stating that he would rather take me to bed…..how could i refuse, i had wanted this for so long…..

I went up first and changed into stockings and suspenders with a nice lace nightie…he sorted us a couple of drinks then joined me. We spent a while kissing and stroking etc before he made his way down to my tits, spending a while kissing sucking and nibbling on my nipples which got me soaked as i came twice….moving down my body to my now soaked pussy his tongue working wonders on my clit and lips…moving slightly further and tongue fucking my ass…..he went from ass to clit to pussy with his mouth and tongue before eventually sliding two fingers in to massage my gspot whilst sucking my clit. He had me squirting in no time and gladly drank every drop without hardly spilling a drop, he kept this up for what must of been half an hour and i cudnt take any more….so i rolled him onto his back and took his rod like cock between my lips…licking the pre cum from his japs eye…then taking his cock all the way down to his balls which drove him wild. I could feel his cock harden just before he shot a load into the back of my throat….damn….i wanted to savour the taste of his spunk so much but it was too late, it slid down my throat as i greadily sucked him dry.

So. I had tasted his cum and i loved it…he wanted me…both hubby and myself wanted him to be my lover…we just had to convince him i or we were serious. Hubby was still away taking part in operation granby at this point he was in command of a recce platoon which meant regular phone calls could not happen so it was a while before hubby could speak to prospective lover and put his mind at rest as to what i was upto…..all the while my soon to be lover seemed to be avoiding me for aome reason( it turned out he was embarrassed) Anyway, 4 weeks passed since the shower incident and hubby was due some downtime during which we eventually spoke and i told him in concise and clear detail all that had happened to which he says he nearly came in his pants. We agreed that the best solution would be to get lover around for a meal and hubby would phone and have a short chat with him to put him straight on a few things.

Two days later i dropped a note into lovers letterbox explaining that i would be cooking him a meal and that hubby would be making a call to us at 2000 so not to be late. The day dragged, my mind was in turmoil had i made a fool of myself? Would he turn up? Would hubby be able to call at the agreed time? All this going through my mind along with what i should wear for him and what should i cook. 1945 came and there was a knock at the door…..i opened it to be met by lover holding a bunch of roses, a bottle of wine and a bottle of malt whisky( who said romance is dead) i immediately invited him in, and sorted the flowers and poured us a drink before settling down in the front room on opposite sides…..fortunately i had chosen a short black skirt and blouse together with black holdups and no panties which gave him a perfect view as i deliberately moved around the settee. Then the phone went, 2000 on the dot, i asked lover if he would mind getting it whilst i poured us another drink, which he did, i could hear his voice but couldnt make out exactly what was being said but at the end of the conversation i heard him say thank you…which to me was an agreement…to which i lifted my skirt up around my waist and started parting my pussy lips and stroking my clit just in time for him to return.

So, here he was in his slippers and gown, fresh out of the shower and as always eager to help, me in my not sexy at all pyjamas. I really didn’t have time to change into anything a little more flattering but i had to make the most of the situation. Whilst i showed him where the bird was i was busy formulating a battle plan in my head and it was all a bit frantic until we got to the bird…..it was obviously seriously injured so he wasted no time at all despatching it at which point it was my turn to breakdown……and that wasnt in the plan. It then started raining so he said he would take the bird home and bury it at the bottom of his garden in the morning.

Once he had finished with the bird he turned his attention to me and obviously seeing me distressed it was his turn to comfort me. He held me in his arms for what seemed an age and at the time the last thing on my mind was sex. After a few minutes of kind words and him rubbing and patting me to console me i pulled myself together and asked if he would like a drink. We made our way into the kitchen and i put the kettle on, he asked if he could wash his hands so i suggested he go upstairs and jump in the shower if he wanted as he was drenched due to the time we spent in the rain and obviously wanted to clean up after handling the bloody bird. I said i would sort the drinks out and with that he went up and showered.

After five mins or so i shouted up and asked how he was getting on as i felt i needed a shower to warm myself up, no reply, so i took the two cups of coffee up and got to the bathroom door which was open and quietly peered in only to see him in the shower, covered in body wash, rubbing his hands up and down his legs and torso. He hadnt noticed me as he had his back to the door so i coughed to get his attention……when he turned around to face me he certainly got my attention…his cock was rigid and standing proud but he quickly tried to cover up. I put the cups down and opened the shower door and asked him if he needed any help to which he pulled me into the cubicle without a word…..just a smile….i was still in my unflattering pyjamas which very quickly became soaked so he lifted the top off over my head as i kicked the trousers down my legs…..as i finished taking my trousers off i bent down to chuck them out of the way and came face to tip with his rigid cock, taking him into my mouth i sucked the head and swirled my tongue around under his foreskin and probed his japseye tasting precum before taking his whole length down my throat….he was loving it judging by the way he was shaking….his legs like jelly…he was kneeding my boobs with one hand with the other hand on the back of my head making sure that i wasnt going to stop, little did he know then that i had no intention of stopping, i wanted his load down my throat….after maybe 5 minutes i could feel his cock getting longer, harder, the way my hubbies gets when he is about to shoot his load, so i started playing with his balls and sucked harder and licked more until what seemed like a pint of cum hit the back of my throat, i took the lot, savouring every last drop….once i had drained his balls i stood up, and still without a word we kissed, cuddled and held each other whilst the shower did its job and his cock returned to normal. I asked him if he now wanted his coffee to which he said yes…..we got out and i led him to our bedroom where we both dried each other before sitting on the bed to drink our coffees. Never after us leaving the shower did he mention what had just happened so to break the ice I asked him how long it had been since he had had sex of any kind as there was so much cum to which he replied two years…..and that was before the passing of his beloved wife. I asked him how he felt, had he enjoyed it, would he like me to suck him again…he said he felt a bit awkward, there was the fact i was married, he was 20 years older than me, he was a friend of the family and my hubby was away on his first tour of iraq during the first gulf war. To which i replied that all of the reasons he gave for not doing it were the reasons i wanted to do it, he looked very confused so i suggested we both dress and go downstairs as we needed to talk.

So….a week or so after the washing machine incident where lover broke down and i attempted to comfort him i bumped into him whilst out shopping. We decided to stop off at a local cafe for a coffee and a catch up. Whilst sitting there i could see him slyly eyeing one of the waitresses up so i made a comment along the lines of he should ask her out for a drink…he laughed and said it was much to early after the death of his wife to which i replied that im sure she would want him to make the most of life and that he obviously didn’t have any problems down below as id felt him whilst comforting him a week ago….he blushed and apologised but I said there was no need as i enjoyed the thought of another guy other than my hubby getting a hard on for me.

I thought id blown it at this point as he made a flimsy excuse and said he had to get going……

Anyway, when hubby rang me that evening i told him what had happened earlier and that i didnt think he was up for being my lover. Hubby was surprised and suggested that i make an excuse to get him round. We both knew there were no jobs to do ( apart from the obvious) but when i went to bed that night my brain was doing overtime thinking of how to het him round without sounding desperate……then bang !

A bird had flown into the back bedroom window and when i looked out of the window it was laying on the ground obviously badly injured but still alive….i rang him and explained what had just happened and apologetically asked him if he could come over and help the bird.

When i first met hubby he was in the forces. He was with a very active unit, probably the most active unit in the British Army. He was away for a lot of the time, mainly northern ireland in those days, It didn’t bother me at first but as we got more serious about each other we both decided rather than me go out and find sex in clubs/ pubs or online it would be safer if we found one special guy for regular meets who would understand what was required. We went out to pubs etc seeking this one special person but we just couldnt locate this elusive lover….there were plenty of guys willing, but we needed to agree on this as it was an important step. When we bought our first home when i was pregnant we found out that one of our neighbours was an old friend of hubbies older brother. He was 15 years older than hubby…20 years older than me. It never crossed our minds that he would be the one but we became close, along with his wife but sadly cancer took her about 2 years after we moved in.

He had recently retired early from work and had a load of time on his hands so whilst hubby was away he did odd jobs around the house. One day whilst installing a new washing machine for me he broke down over the loss of his beloved wife….i obviously consoled him as best i could and whilst hugging him i noticed a bulge begin to appear against my thigh…..nothing happened this time but when I spoke to hubby later in the week, he asked me how I would feel about taking him as a lover or at least making love to him to chear him up. I said i would think about it as secretly it made me very wet thinking about getting him inside of me……….

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