I like the loving wives category but it can be difficult to come up with something different and the comments are often ruthless. I try to explore alternate realities or situations with angst.
I do spell and grammar checks and proofread but bound to miss some. If that bothers you too much maybe think about reading something else.
Please check the tags, don't read it if it's not your thing. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it, they are free and they are just stories.
Best Wishes, Satin.
This is one of three stories set in England during WWII. These are intended as erotic stories without comment to the morals or otherwise of the actual people alive at that time. They are an exaggeration of what could happen and not intended to be realistic.
Britain was at war with Germany and the axis powers. It was a time of major upheaval; men, women and children endured extreme hardship and distress in one form or another; few people escaped the rigors of life in wartime. The country had to endure bombing raids, including the threat of gas attacks. Starvation was a real possibility and rationing of food began in 1940. Meat, sugar, butter, cheese, and eggs and even clothing were rationed. Over a million children were evacuated from towns and cities and had to adjust to separation from family and friends. London was attacked on 57 successive nights and there were heavy raids on other major cities and ports.
Women and children between the ages of 14 and 17 were in full-time employment, many covering work vacated by men who fought across the globe. Children reaching 18 were conscripted, the boys into the armed services and girls to women's auxiliary services, the land army or taking on other essential war work, including working as mechanics, engineers and on munitions.
All three stories are set in an imaginary English village of Little Woodhill. Each story can be read separately.
This story looks at the latter part of the war after the arrival of large numbers of American soldiers (known as GIs) and airmen that began in 1942.
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My name is Sally Thatcher and I am the proud owner of our family farm. Like most of the other farm workers, my husband Robert went off to war. At 29 and 5ft 9 I was a fit and very strong woman, with a tanned face from working long hours outdoors. My long curly red hair was generally tied back and often covered with a head scarf to keep it out of the way. Once Robert left we'd very little contact, only a few all to brief letters from him, I hoped my own letters were reaching him but couldn't be sure. Then I received the news I was dreading, a telegram reported that he'd gone missing somewhere in Burma!
That was almost three years ago! The chances of survival were slim, at best Robert would be a prisoner of war in some insect infested shit hole.
I was exhausted from running the farm, it would have been impossible without the help of the 'land army girls', four young women were currently boarding with me, they had been helping out since spring and would continue until at least harvest time.
The girls persuaded me to take them to the weekly dances in the village hall. I was happy to do that as they had precious little other entertainment. When we arrived, I looked around, it was full of women as usual, not man in sight! They were all away, at war fighting across the globe.
That left us women dancing with each other, trying to put a brave face on things. I was dancing with the butcher's wife Thelma Swales, well these days she was the butcher as her husband was also away in the merchant navy. It wasn't an unpleasant experience, actually the press of Thelma's large breasts up against my own felt decidedly... pleasant. Jesus it really had been too long since I'd had sex!
Just then there was a commotion as some American GI's arrived, they were polite and waited quietly at the door asking if they could enter for the dance. Four of them came in; they were grateful that there was some cider to drink and settled at a table. It wasn't long before they were asking women to dance and much to my surprise that included me.
It had been so long since a man had actually held me; I was a bit flustered, like I'd almost forgotten how to act. They shared the dances around and most of the women seemed quite smitten with the handsome young arrivals.
I saw one of the guys dancing with Marie one of my 'Land Army' girls; she was only 17 and looked absolutely entranced by the dashing American Captain. I thought that might cause all sorts of issues, so decided to politely cut in, telling Marie that she should go and check on her ailing Grand Mother.
She stomped off in a bit of a huff. Her dance partner, the Captain smiled pleasantly as he took my hand, "So are you the protector of all the young women or just Marie."
"She works for me and is only 17, I know her mother and she would never forgive me if anything happened to her while in my care."
"I understand, you know it was innocent; I saw her standing on the side-lines desperate for one of the guys to ask her to dance. I thought it would be nice for her, something different to tell her friends about, but it wouldn't have gone any further."
Damn I had leapt to the wrong conclusion, "I'm sorry, I guess I was being over protective and..."
"And assumed the worst about me, don't worry I understand your concern. Anyway I have ended up dancing with the most beautiful woman in the room and what's more she is age appropriate."
"God, you American's are so smooth, don't you cringe at yourself, paying out all those meaningless compliments, surely women don't fall for that."
"You might be surprised at what women fall for."
"Yeah, you'll be claiming undying love next."
"More likely lust... good old fashioned honest lust, in whatever time we may have left."
It was another line but that comment hit home, who knew how long our lives would last. It looked like the war was turning but there were still regular air raids, made even worse by the flying bombs. Who would have thought it possible to fly unmanned missiles from another country!
"I'm Andy by the way, at your service and you are..."
"Sally, Sally Thatcher."
"So good they named you twice eh, well Sally Sally Thatcher it is an absolute delight to meet you!"