DescriptionThree hot and romantic military tales from the pen of uniform aficionado, Lucy Felthouse.
The Military Wife
Tess' salacious fantasies about her husband, Aidan, see her through the long periods of time when she doesn't see him—when he's away on tour with the Army. The rest of the time, she has to deal with day to day life alone. One day, a dull chore is interrupted by the unexpected arrival of her husband, and things quickly hot up in their kitchen, and beyond.
Passing Out Passion
When Christina attends her brother's passing out parade with her parents, she's full of pride at his achievement. What she's not expecting, though, is to bump into old flame Phil Ashdown. They didn't part on good terms and the atmosphere between them is awkward. But when they're forced into conversation, it turns out that all those years ago, there was a misunderstanding. One that can very easily be put right.
Becky’s a military wife with a uniform fetish. She loves nothing more than having fun in the bedroom with her squaddie husband, where they share and act out many of their fantasies. However, there’s one fantasy that she’s never divulged, as it breaks their rule about bring other people into their sex life. One day, though, Becky decides to bite the bullet and tell Paul everything. She never expects him to make her fantasy come true. But then, Paul’s a very resourceful man.
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Excerpt:"No," Tess said, stopping her husband in his tracks, "unbutton it, but leave it on."
"Want me in my uniform do you? Kinky bitch."
He did as he was bidden, undoing his shirt but leaving it on. Tess watched as Aidan’s torso was revealed. He was in tip-top physical condition, and it showed. His body was toned and muscular, but not in a body-builder kind of way. She’d seen him naked countless times, but the sight never affected her any less.
Leaning up to grab his regulation belt, Tess then flopped back, pulling her husband with her. Sliding her hands inside his shirt, she stroked her hands over his muscles, lingering slightly as her fingers passed over some scar tissue, and down to his ass. The coarse material of his trousers did nothing to detract from the feel of his firm buttocks in her hands. She squeezed, pulling his hips tighter to her, his hardness rubbing against her. No doubt her pussy juices were smearing across the front of his khakis, but she didn’t care.
"I love you baby," Tess said, planting a kiss on Aidan’s lips, "and I want you inside me."
"I love you too. But you know it’s been a while. I might not last long."
"I don’t care. Just fuck me with everything you’ve got. I want to feel your cock twitching inside me when you come."
"You are a dirty bitch today, aren’t you?"
"Shut up and do it."