Chapter 1: Initial Indiscretions

Kelly Farmer looked once more at her reflection in the tall dress mirror, and smiled with satisfaction. She admired herself, the way her dress clung to her figure. Kelly was good looking, a brunette with deep brown eyes, turned up tits and an arse to die for (that was Lance's description), but Kelly knew herself well enough to see the accuracy of is description and she only ever dressed to show off her figure (Lance had encouraged this, he revelled in the looks other men gave her wife.)

She smoothed down her knee length summer dress, brushed her neck length hair once more, and finally dabbed a finger of her best perfume behind each ear. She had decided against wearing stockings, it was mid summer and the heat was blistering. She had dispensed with her slip, despite knowing that without it her dress was almost see-through.

After her morning shower, she'd epilated, something she did frequently, keeping her body hair to an absolute minimum. She'd started this for Lance; he loved to see her pussy almost devoid of pubic hair.

If all this had been for her husband Lance then she might also have freshened her private parts, but he wasn't here and hadn't been for three long and frustrating months.

It wasn't Lance's fault, it was the Armies. They had sent Lance away on a six month mission leaving her on a dusty Texas army base where she knew no one, and all this barely a year after they had married.

Kelly wouldn't admit it even to herself but she was missing more than Lance's sense of humour, after a year of married life she was accustomed to Lance's tall, hard body lying next to her's.

She had only been eighteen when she'd met Lance, how smart he'd looked in his uniform. They'd dated for almost six months before Lance had proposed, six months of necking and fumbling but nothing more. They'd been engaged for over a year but because of the military (again), they'd only spent a few weeks together.

It hadn't mattered, on their wedding night she had been the virgin she'd always wanted to be on her wedding night and Lance had been careful and gentle in his love making.

They had moved into married quarters and had spent every possible moment together. Kelly had been the dutiful and obedient wife, when Lance had wanted to fuck (he never said make love), then she's done so. When he'd told her to suck his cock, she'd done so, and to swallow his come when instructed. He'd started to eat on her pussy until even his tongue could make her climax. He'd suggested screwed her through her ass and despite her trepidation, she done it. When he'd suggested that she masturbated in front of him, she'd done so.

Kelly had wanted a family but Lance said there was time, and he wanted her body all young and firm, so she'd had a diaphragm fitted just so that Lance could finish inside her.

At first everything she had done had been at Lance's behest but slowly Kelly had become has horny as her husband. She would wait for his arrival at their tiny bungalow and then lead him into their bedroom.

Lance had said that she'd become fuck crazy, once she might have objected to that description, but not anymore. Kelly knew that she was, that she enjoyed sex and that her husband was the perfect partner.

Then the army had taken that partner away and she had begun to suffer. They had been so selfish in their attentions for each other that Kelly knew no one on the base.

The wives club existed but somehow she couldn't bring herself to use it. So there was just the dust bowl of a town and its few stores in which to pass her days. But it was the nights that were the worse, not having Lance to snuggle against, not having their nightly bout of sex. God she missed that and no amount of fingering could replace the sensation brought on by a hard dick inside her.

The small town became an escape, somewhere away from the suffocating confines of the base. So Kelly had dressed up, not to attract a partner, but just to feel good and, yes, to turn men's heads. It made her feel good to know that other men found her desirable.

The town's main store had its own car park to the rear. Kelly always parked her convertible there; it had simply been for convenience until three days ago. Then there had been two of the town boys just leaning against her car.

"Excuse me, but that's my vehicle." She said as she approached.

"And a very nice one it is." Laughed the taller of the two, they both stepped aside as Kelly loaded her groceries onto the rear seat.

"Nice view lady." One of them laughed and Kelly had straightened instantly. She was wearing a pair of ski pants and unwittingly had given them a grandstand view of her rear.

"Thanks for the compliment, now if you don't mind." Kelly brushed past them, her cheeks burning, climbed into the driver's seat and sped away from them. She didn't look back but glanced in the rear view mirror; they were standing and watching her departure.

All the way back to the base she had replayed that brief exchange and by the time she was home, then the itch between her legs needed to be scratched.

She had always fantasised about Lance whilst masturbating but that night her partner had been a nameless, featureless man. It was the same in the morning. Kelly awoke with a desperate need to fuck and only her fingers for a partner, they provided temporary relief but again it wasn't Lance inside her.

"You are just getting to fuckin' horny!" Kelly scolded herself as she dressed after her shower.

"Buy you a drink?"

The question startled Kelly, who had been browsing the magazines and hadn't seen him approach. "Pardon!" She exclaimed.

"Buy you a drink, coffee?" He repeated.

It was the boy from the car park, the one who'd commented on her arse. It was the first time that Kelly had really looked at him. He was tall, slender, brown hair beyond military length. He had freckles, like kids did, but Kelly reckoned he was probably twenty two or some. Older than she'd first thought.

"Do I know you?" She asked as coolly as she could muster. The question was a stall, whilst her racing mind tried to think of her next move.

"Shane, Shane Richards. We met yesterday, in the car park?"

Kelly felt her cheeks flush. "Yes... I remember now!" She looked away, and then hurriedly picked up a magazine. "I have to pay for this... wait outside, please."

"Does that mean..." Shane started to ask before Kelly interrupted him.

"It means wait outside!" She snapped in exasperation. He was hustling her!

He was there when she emerged into the dazzling sunlight. She'd dragged out the payment as long as she could and had hoped that he'd have taken the hint and left.

Kelly took a moment to adjust and slid her sunglasses into place. Seeing him still waiting for her and Kelly was instantly irritated. "Listen Shane or whatever your name is, I am a married woman, a very happily married woman."

"I saw the ring." Shane answered simply. "It's just a coffee."

Kelly relented. "So long as you understand that I am a very happily married woman." She wasn't going to let anything happen, even if he was good looking and pushy enough not to take no for an answer.

"I understand you are very happily married."

Kelly shuddered. When Shane spoke the words they were about as meaningful as hot air in the afternoon. She followed him into Murray's soda bar, which thankfully was deserted.

"Go straight though." Shame said. "There's a patio out back. It's to hot to be indoors. How do you take your coffee?"

She told him and then carried through the bar. There was a small patio, it overlooked the highway but was far enough away for the sound of the passing vehicles to be nothing more than a distant angry buzz. She'd never know that it existed; a straddle of bushes broke up the hard earth and created more then the illusion of privacy. She chose a table furthest away from the door and surrounded by shrubbery.

Shane brought out their coffees. "So Mrs. Farmer found you at last, almost thought you'd split on me!" He sat down opposite her.

"How do you know my name?" She interrupted again.

Shame seemed to shrug shoulders. "Mrs Kelly Farmer, wife of Corporal Lance Farmer, collectively known on the base as the fuckin Farmers, only now your husband is in Germany on a short tour and you ain't getting any."

Kelly should have been angry, annoyed, at the very least embarrassed but his remarks. She was stunned; did they call them that, the fuckin Farmers? Well, they had never been obvious nor had they hidden their passion for each other.

"So, how do you know all this?" She asked, her voice was shaking.

"I work on the base, grounds man, but only when they need an extra pair of hands. So, what about my offer?"

"Offer? What offer?"

"Company and a little bit more besides. I reckon a woman as horny as you needs a lot of company." He grinned, his teeth were perfect and shone white against his tanned features.

Kelly didn't answer but when she tried to pick up her coffee cup she found that her hand was shaking. She had heard him right, and she knew what he was proposing, did she really look that desperate?

"Well?" He persisted.

"I have had less obvious offers but never one so brazen. Do you really think that I'll go off with you? Just like that? In the middle of the day?"

Shane shrugged his shoulders again. "I figured that I can hardly pick you up from the base. So it has to be in town, unless we meet somewhere, a motel maybe?"

"You are insane." Yet despite herself Kelly giggled. "Do you really think that I'm that easy, that any woman is that easy?"

He laughed. "Lotta bored ladies on that base, husband away on tour or maybe just not interested. I provide a useful service." He grinned. "No business card, but I ain't never had a complaint."

Kelly couldn't prevent a broad smile from splitting her face. Shane had a remarkably direct and seemingly honest approach. At least he was obvious. "Do you have references?" She giggled.

"Not the type of service that elicits a reference." He grinned. "You'll just have to take my word for it."

Kelly suddenly felt herself sinking. She was already in deeper than a respectable married woman should allow herself to get. If she stayed any longer then she couldn't guarantee how things might end. He was good looking, and so sure of himself. She had to leave, before she weakened anymore.

"I have to be going." She stood up but to leave the patio she had to pass Shane and as she did so he caught her wrist.

"Stay, we can just talk." He suggested.

"No, I must go."

Shane pulled her closer and then wrapping his free arm about her waist he pulled her effortlessly onto his knees.

"No!" Kelly whispered. "Let me go, please!" She tried to rise but Shane's arm prevented her. "This is wrong." She pleaded. "This is molestation; let me go, please Shane."

She could feel his hot breath on her skin and his muscles as he held her. She felt herself falling, her body beginning to respond to his embrace. Shane's hand pushed under the back of her sleeveless top. The feeling was delicious and Kelly subsided against his masculine chest.

Shane's hand traced a route to her bra clip and suddenly Kelly realised what was going to happen if she didn't stop him. "Please stop." She managed to whisper, her hand holding his other hand, as if that was going to stop him.

"You are the most beautiful woman on the base." He said as if to ignore her plea. "The first time that I saw you... I was so hard just looking at you, and the way that you walked, all hips swinging and arse jiggling. It was so unfair."

He was saying all the right things and Kelly positively glowed as he showered the compliments onto her. Shane's hand travelled downwards to push beneath the elasticised waistband of her ski pants; it was only as his fingers touched her buttocks that Kelly snapped out of her revelry.

"NO" She managed to almost bark and struggled to free herself. "Let me go, I have to go!" She continued to fight to get released.

Reluctantly Shane released her and Kelly rose on none to steady legs. She tottered away before steadily herself against the back of a chair.

"I need to think." Kelly managed to grunt. She struggled to adjust her clothing and collect her thoughts.

"Alright, but I have to see you. I just have to." Shane rubbed his all too obvious erection, as if to show her the effect she'd had on him.

"I don't know." She almost said that she was married, but that was almost immaterial. "I have to go." She began to turn away.

"Tomorrow, I'll be here, one o'clock." Shane called after her.

Kelly walked to her car on rubber legs, with her heart pounding and her mind in turmoil. She drove away from the store in a daze. All the time the sensations she'd experienced when Shane had held her kept invading her senses, eventually she pulled off the road to find somewhere quiet to relive the moment, only this time she didn't say no and walk away.