The Sailor pt1
There was a restlessness within her, as she & her husband strolled, hand in hand along the Portsmouth waterfront, that fine late summer day. It should have been a carefree holiday. The restrictions had been lifted, the children were back in university and she was with the man she loved. He was a kind, devoted partner and a good provider; they had a fine life together. Yet dark urges still swirled around her.
During the lockdown it had been a mute point, only a theoretical, as human interaction was near impossible. She'd toyed with & indulged in those feelings as merely fantasy, something to pass the boredom & monotony of the last 16 months. But now with daily life returning to normal, she found temptation nearly everywhere and her urges to act increasingly harder to stifle.
She truly hoped this 3 day getaway would reaffirm that her loving husband was the only man she needed and thus could push these carnal thoughts from her head. However things had not begun well.
From the middle aged train porter, who'd helped with their bags, to the young concierge at the hotel, even the foreign gentleman working the falafel stand they'd just past; with each she had instantly turned them into sexual objects and imagined detailed scenarios of them ravishing her body; some with her will, some against. And each time her loins would tingle and make her heart beat faster.
She had developed a dangerous habit during the mask mandates, that was now becoming awkward. Needing ever increasing risqué releases, what had begun with daily masturbation with her fingers had become a sizable collection of sex toys discretely mailed and now hidden in her closet. Internet porn had led to adult chat rooms and role playing; even video chats, sometimes masturbating to commands issued from strangers across the world. Each progression had been stimulating and for a time quelled her desires but never filled them for long
In the last few months she'd taken to mouthing out her wanton thoughts about the men she encountered during the course of her day. Shielded behind the fabric, looking them in the eye she'd say to the bag boy at the market "I want your thick cock deep inside me", the doorman at the exchange "Let me suck your balls as you cum on my face", to the lorie driver "pull in the alley, come back here and fuck me as hard as you can".
She'd even gotten bold enough to begin to whisper the words ever so softly and it became that much more tantalizing. But now that the mandates were gone she was finding it a hard habit to break. She had not quite been caught yet though there were plenty of close calls and thankfully none that her husband had noticed.
Recently she would lay awake at night and wonder what would happen if she did say those words. Could she do it? How hot would it be to fuck a stranger in the back of a cab down a deserted alley. To be on her knees, open mouthed, in a coat closet as he sprayed his cum down across her. To pull that young man into a dark corner of the stock room and ride his hard dick till he exploded inside her, knowing someone could catch them at any moment. She had developed a problem and it was getting worse.
The choice of destination had been mostly her idea. She'd always been fascinated by the Royal Navy and had wanted to see the home port & tour HMS Victory.
The only father figure she had known growing up had been a navy man during the war. Her youth was filled with his grand tales of the fleet in action, as well as those of the fellows at the veterans hall; where she'd been allowed tozz tag along on the occasional Sunday afternoons.
The history, the gallantry and the lore gave her tremendous respect & admiration for those professionals who go to sea in tin ships, protecting Queen & country. Which is what most likely had led her to her one and only affair; up until that day.
It happened 2 years ago. He was a Lieutenant Commander attending a course at a nearby university and they occasionally were waiting on the same train. It was the uniform, not the man that had first caught her attention. He must have been 10 years younger. She didn't view of him in a sexual way and certainly never considered, given the age gap, that he'd think that of her. He was just a man in a dashing uniform, giving of himself to do his part; much like those gentlemen at the veterans hall had done, all those years gone by.
They had nodded hello on the platform and once in the carriage, engaged in small talk. On their second passing, the conversation had been a bit more personal, chatting about the facts of their lives as new acquaintances often do. It was the third meeting a week later, this one returning to town, that he had made mention of some books she might find interesting and could have, if she liked. She had readily accepted the kind offer and found herself being led the few blocks from the station to the his rented flat.
It never occurred to her that there might be an alternative motive for this. It seemed harmless to follow this navy man back to his home. He had treated her with the upmost respect during their talks. As they walked, he was keeping a proper distance and acting the perfect gentleman. He had held open the street door for her, allowing her to go up the stairs first, even saying pardon as he went around to unlock and hold open his front door. In the foyer he politely took her jacket hanging it with his on a hook. It wasn't until she went to step further into the room, that her naïveté was realized.
She felt him step up behind her, his hands instantly grabbing her breast pulling her back into his crotch. She was too shocked to react as he began kissing the side of her neck while his strong hands roughly massaged her chest. She could feel his hardening cock slide up between her denim clad cheeks.
"What are.." she started.
"I have wanted you all week" He cut her off in a husky tone full of desire, as his right hand left her breast and ran down her stomach before cupping into her crotch. Her knees trembled as his fingers pressed against her pussy. She tried to push away but that only ground her ass tighter onto his throbbing cock.
"But I'm married! My husband..." She tried to protest.
