Archive name: Kelly Farmer – Initial
Indiscretions.HTM (M/F, Bored, Cheating)
Authors name: Paula Wilson
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Story title: Kelly Farmer – Initial
Indiscretions
A Military Wife Story
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the Unfaithful Wife Organisation © 2003.
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Authors Note: This
and other Kelly Farmer stories are set in the late fifties to early sixties. I
finished this story just as the second gulf war started and because of that
haven’t published it until now
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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
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
“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
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,
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.
Once home she
relived the moment again and again before retiring to bed to seek the
satisfaction her body sought and this time she made no attempt to blank Shane’s
face from her imagination.
As she lay
alone in that huge double bed Kelly couldn’t resist the temptation to touch
herself. She was lonely and not just
for the sex but for some human company. Lance was only half ways through his
tour and Kelly couldn’t even begin to imagine how she’d survive that long. It
would have been tough enough without Shane’s intervention, now, shit.
She was going to fuck with Shane that was a
certainty. They fucked three times that night, at least in Kelly’s imagination.
They screwed on the patio of the soda bar, in her car and finally in her bed.
She awoke in a sweat, her mind racing and her body screaming at her.
…………………………………………….
Kelly showered
and then dressed. It would be another hot day (there was only two temperatures
on the base, hot in summer and cold in winter), so Kelly decided upon a
sleeveless dress that reached almost to her knees, plus the regulation
brassiere and panties. She had hoped to wear a matching set but all of them
were in the linen basket for washing, so the brassiere was white and the
panties a pale blue. It was just a mild disappointment as Kelly took a pride in
her appearance.
Walking towards
the soda bar Kelly found that her mouth were dry and her pussy was moistening
in anticipation. It was a strange sensation to be both wet and dry at the same
time. Outside the bar she paused, this was almost the point of no return. She
knew that she would be unable to walk away from Shane a second time. So this
was her last chance. She either walked away and tried to be the dutiful wife or she
stepped inside and took an altogether different journey.
Shane was
waiting for her on the patio. Today another couple, townies she guessed as she
didn’t recognise them from the base were on another table, but they were too
interested in each other to notice them.
When he saw her
Shane jumped to his feet and pulled out a chair for her. She rejected the
offer. “It’s too open.” She began and then followed Shane towards the table
they used yesterday. Again Shane pulled out a chair. A nice gesture she thought
as she seated herself.
“Coffee?” Shane asked.
“Coke, it’s a
hot day and I’m dry.”
He bought her
the drink and they small talked through her consumption of it. The coke was cold
and sweet and Kelly savoured its icy trickle down her throat. She was nervous
and wondered if he was. This was all new to her, how did you start an affair?
“Can we touch?”
Shane asked, running his fingers down the bare flesh of her arm.
Kelly shivered
and caught his wrist. “That tickles.” She whispered.
“Lets go somewhere!” Shane suggested.
Kelly knew what
that meant; well that was what she was here for. “Do you have any where in
mind?” She smiled and knew that her
eyes were sparkling with anticipation.
“How long have
you got?”
“All
afternoon, if you need that long?” She smiled teasingly.
“Wow, you don’t
do thing by half.”
“Wait and see,
now answer my question!” She laughed softly. The tension of the waiting was
beginning to dissipate.
“A
motel?” He asked.
“Tacky.” She
replied.
“Your
place?” He asked.
“No chance!”
She replied, with another brief laugh.
“My place is a
dump.” He said.
“And I thought
you have everything worked out.” She teased.
She hadn’t intended
it but that stung him. “Come here.” He pushed away from the table and patted
his knee.
Kelly glanced
towards the other couple but they were just leaving. She waited until the door
had closed behind them before moving. The bushes almost hid them from all but
prying eyes.
Shane steered
her so that her legs where either side of his, and she sat as she would have
astride a horse.
“Comfortable?”
He asked softly.
“Depends what
you have in mind!” Kelly had her arms about Shane’s neck whilst he had his
hands about her petite waist; his powerful hands were almost big enough to
encompass her waist.
She wanted to
kiss him, before he started touched her again and before she lost what ever
self control she still had. “Kiss me!” She suggested, leaning her head
forwards, her mouth slightly open. Shane tilted his face towards hers and their
lips brushed, brushed again and then they kissed more deeply.
For a long
moment Kelly was just happy to sit there on his lap and have a good old fashion
snog, whilst Shane’s hands quietly and softly explored her body. She was open
to him, not simply her legs but this position left her whole body open to his
probing, stroking fingers.
She had fucked
like this with Lance, but never in the open and never with her clothes on. Just
that made her even more excited, her cunt was liquid now, soaking into the
crotch of her panties. He had to
smell her, had to, she could, that
damp musky scent her cunt gave off in its excitement.
Kelly’s dress
had buttons on the front, which made the dress more than a little old fashion
but perfect for the situation. She wriggled with delight as Shane started to
unfasten them.
“Here?” She
breathed; her eyes must have been
glowing.
“Sure, we just
keep things nice and quiet.” He pealed back her dress, exposing her firm tits
encased in her uplift brassier.
“I don’t do
quiet!” She laughed.
“Somehow I
guessed that.” He chuckled. “You have great breasts.” He was cupping each bra
sheathed breast.
“Tit’s, I prefer
to call them tits.” Kelly sat back just long enough to loosen her brassier so
that her tits split out into Shane’s
hands. She groaned as it had been so
long since she’d been held; it made her shudder with expectation. Kelly’s
nipples rose unbidden to press against the palms of his hands.
Shane couldn’t
suppress the chuckle of sheer delight as he rubbed his hands across her tits,
the rubbery nipples high and hard. He wanted to suck each of them and did so.
Kelly squealed
and Shane now knew that her threat that she would be noisy was true. He kissed
her on the mouth, at the very least that shut her up as she hungrily kissed him
back. She still had her arms about his neck and was making no effort to delve
into his jeans. Shane wished that she would, he loved it when they discovered
that he was no midget.
Kelly began to
push his hands lower; she wanted his hands beneath her dress, around her arse
and cunt. She wanted him to discover how hot and wet she was. Kelly’s dress
hung like a tent over his knees so that if anyone did disturb them then
whatever was happening beneath her dress would be hidden. Of course anyone from
the base might wonder what she was doing on Shane’s knee but that was all part
of the risk.
Shane’s hands
began to work their way under her dress. Kelly felt herself flood with
expectation, she was that excited.
Kelly didn’t know if her excitement came from her frustration or being with
Shane. It didn’t matter in the end, she was with Shane for the sex and the
reason wasn’t yet important.
Shane’s hands
were on her bare legs, Kelly shivered, not with cold but excitement. As his
hands reached higher and higher she wanted him to speed up, she wanted his
fingers to be touching her.
As
encouragement she pushed her own hands beneath her dress and sought out his
hard mound. It felt big, not as big as Lance but big enough. This is only the
second cock I have ever touched she thought as she unzipped him, unbuckling his
belt and popping the stud on the waist of his jeans first. She pushed her hand
beneath the waistband of his shorts and found his hot and hard member.
Shane’s cock
jumped when she touched it and for a crazy second Kelly thought that Shane had
started to come but it was only the reaction to her cool fingers.
She broke off
the kiss. “It seems eager enough.” She laughed softly and wondered when his
fingers would prove the same of her cunt.
Shane grunted,
his hands were now on her hips and then one was between her open legs, his
fingertips brushed against the soft fabric of her panties and she smiled at
him, her eyes dancing with unconcealed passion. A finger found the edge of her
panties, a second later and the finger was pulling her panties to one side.
Kelly shifted
position and then, leaving his hard cock, she pulled the gusset to one side,
exposing her sex to his touch. She caught his fingers and guided them inside
her and her smile widened as Shane started to finger fuck her.
“Like that?”
Shane asked, trying not to sound as smug as he felt. Kelly Farmer was the best
piece of ass on the base and right now he was knuckle deep in her very wet cunt.
Kelly was just
flexing her hips, rising and falling against his movements, her eyes were half
closed as she savoured the experience; she had gone to long between fucks. “You
wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t like
it.” She whispered. She rubbed his finger across the mouth of his cock, drawing
out a blob of pre come which she smeared across the head. “Is this just for
show?” She asked.
She lifted
herself on his lap and steered his cock inside her, it was an act she’d
performed a hundred times before with Lance and now she did the same with an
almost stranger. She sank down, taking the whole length inside her, feeling its
hard length against the soft walls of her cunt.
It had happened
so fast that Shane didn’t realise he was inside her until she was beginning to
slide up and down his pole. He wasn’t wearing anything … what was her name …
Kelly, yeah right, Kelly. He spoke her name and then added. “I’m not wearing
anything!”
“I am!” She
grunted. “I’m wearing a diaphragm, so it doesn’t matter.”
Kelly was a
physical woman and she made love that way. She was above average height and
weight for a woman, what they called an old fashion woman, all curves. Now
those curves were hammering down on Shane’s hips, driving his cock into her
again and again.
Shane’s hands
were around her ass and he almost wanted to slow her down but Kelly was in her
own race and he was almost incidental as she reached her finishing line. She
began to grunt louder, Lance had said her climax sounded like a pig snuffling,
at any rate, you knew when Kelly was about to climax.
She had been so
long without this feeling, so long without being filled like Shane was filling
her. So it was inevitable that her climax would be sudden and almost violent as
her body gave vent to its frustrations and she shook and cried as the orgasm
ripped through her.
Shane couldn’t
help himself, he had prided himself on his self control but he was swept away
by her and before Kelly had finished her orgasm he was pumping his seed into
her.
She folded
against him, her breath as shattered as her senses, and just rested her head on
his shoulder until she had recovered. Slowly she rose to her feet, only to find
that she was giddy and unsteady. She braced herself against a table, her cunt
was on fire! She could still feel his long disappeared dick inside her and the
sticky evidence of his climax was beginning to seep from her.
“Bathroom.” She whispered.
“Just
through the door.”
Shane answered his voice hoarse and dry. He started to get dressed and then
noticed the dark stain on his clothes.
“I don’t do
washing.” She laughed as she walked away.
…………………………………………….
She was away so
long that Shane had begun to believe that she’d simply left him, but finally
she returned, her face still flushed but that confident, hip swinging walk was
back. She slumped into the seat opposite him and drained her coke. “Warm …
right now I need something cold … is there a quiet bar we could visit … are you
old enough to drink?” The alcohol age was twenty one and Kelly started to
wonder if Shane was old enough to buy her a beer.
“Twenty three …
bar as in clean but run down or bar as in hotel and obvious.” He answered and
asked in the same sentence.
“I would say
the former.” Kelly answered.
“Excuse me?”
“Clean but run
down.” Kelly smiled to herself, you couldn’t have everything, Lance wasn’t a
rocket scientist and neither it seemed was Shane, she
always picked the stupid ones.
“That’ll be the
Vixen, end of
They shared a
beer whilst Kelly wondered why she was being so obvious, then just in case
she’d run out of look, she finished her beer quickly and stood up to leave.
“See you
again?” Shane said quickly.
“Maybe.” Kelly
replied and immediately regretted how it had sounded. “Probably, but lets not
become an item, I have a husband coming home in three months.”
“Sure.” Shane
answered. “I could maybe spruce up your quarters? Decorate a few rooms, just in
time for his home coming?”
Kelly smiled.
She liked the sound of that and the place was run down, so Shane could earn his
fucks by decorating the place. “Like I said, give me some space.” Kelly swayed
out of the bar and into the harsh afternoon sunlight. She felt good, well
fucked and for a few days that urge would be satisfied and then she’d have
Shane’s company to call on.