Chapter 1

 

Helga pushed back the duvet and opened her legs wide. She'd come to bed naked knowing she was going to use her Rabbit vibrator once she was certain the girls were asleep. Helga feared one of the twins, Mia or Tilly, might hear the buzz and drone of the machine and realize what their mother was up to.

They were eighteen and in the final year of school but seemed quite innocent compared with other girls Helga observed, even some of their friends. She couldn't believe they didn't have some sexual experience but they never talked about boys and certainly never brought any home.

All mothers think their children are beautiful but Helga knew her daughters were unusually attractive with their blonde hair, light skin and bluest of blue eyes, all inherited from her side though they had some features in common with their English father whom she'd met when his regiment was in Germany. They were her golden girls. Helga, a German national, had worked on the camp as an interpreter and secretary for one of the senior officers, part of the Army of the Rhine and later Forces Germany.

Barry was 'a lowly sergeant' as he always put it.

She wondered if her girls were a little intimidating for most boys of their age, so good looking they seemed out of their league. Not only were they pretty but they were tall, well built, physically mature for their age, excelling at most sports to the extent they were set part, both attended centers of excellence for tennis and swimming and Mia was an outstanding all round athlete.

They also attended a private school which was by far the biggest drain on the family finance but seeing them go off in their smart uniform including navy blue blazers with red piping round the lapels always made Helga very proud. She knew how important a posh school was in the English system if you wanted to get on.

As she applied the vibrator to her cunt and clit simultaneously she remembered reading somewhere the opinion that mothers should introduce their teenaged daughters to vibrators so they learned the pleasures to be had through self-stimulation of the clitoris.

Perhaps she should be more liberated and discuss such things with Mia and Tilly, teach them how to find their own pleasure and not rely on men. She doubted Barry knew the location of her clit let alone knowing how to pleasure it and probably hadn't even heard of the G-spot.

Although he was not the most sensitive of lovers she was looking forward to being fucked again- the Rabbit could return to its hutch (namely the back of her knickers' drawer) tomorrow when he was expected home. Although she was almost always left unsatisfied by the act itself (sometimes using her fingers once he was asleep) she liked to see him get an instant erection when he saw her nude and being the object of his lust however crudely expressed. Ok, he probably loved her as well in his own way but he was definitely wham bang in the bedroom.

At least she was thinking about Barry as she masturbated.

Sometimes she'd resorted to looking at porn and even rather dubious dating sites on the Internet during his long absence in Afghanistan getting as far as inventing a fake identity and talking to some weird guys.

It didn't take them long before they got very explicit about what they'd like to do to her but at least it made her feel she was desirable. She'd been very careful, no use of her web cam, no indication of where she lived, no photo of any kind though she'd been tempted to flaunt her DD tits without showing her face.

She felt guilty about her time on the Internet but all that was over now he was coming home. She could return to being a dutiful wife, his little Fraulein as he called though she told him it should be Frau.

He was coming home.

Helga gave a long moan as she reached orgasm, stifling a stronger response for fear of being overheard.

 

Barry seemed unwilling to talk about his tour of duty but Helga was prepared for that, it was common with soldiers, but he was also given to sudden bursts of anger directed at her, the girls, the Army, the government, almost anything. The eagerly anticipated first fuck didn't happen; Barry turned on his side presenting his back to her and said nothing though she knew he was awake. She'd made sure he got a good look at her padding around the bedroom in just her thong but Barry kept his boxer shorts on and ignored her. She got into bed without a stitch on but it was clear he wasn't interested.

Perhaps it was understandable. She could see it would take a big adjustment to get used to normal life again after living on the edge in a place like Afghanistan seeing your mates being killed or maimed and wondering if each day might be your last.

After a few days Helga found a time to talk to the girls to explain that their dad's anger wasn't really directed at them personally.

'I thought he'd be glad to see us, that he'd be glad to be home,' said Tilly.

'He is glad to see you,' Helga said.

'Funny way of showing it,' said Mia. 'It's like he can't stand the sight of us.'

'They see some awful things you know. It's hard for us to imagine.'

'All the more reason to be glad it's over and you're safe and sound back with your family,' said an unforgiving Tilly.

Then one night in bed it was obvious to Helga that Barry was masturbating though she couldn't actually see him; the bed was rocking and creaking and he wasn't really trying to disguise what he was doing.

Why would he prefer a wank to fucking his wife? Wasn't that what wives were for?

Next morning they lay together in silence. She knew she only had moments before he would be in the shower, another place he didn't need to talk. 'Don't I please you anymore?' she ventured.

'What?'

'You don't fancy sex...not with me at least?'

'Sex?'

'Yes, sex. Have you taken a vow of celibacy?'

'You want me to have sex with you lying there like a martyr thinking of England.'

'Is that how I appear? I'm sorry.'

'You've never seemed very keen in the past.'

'I've missed it Barry...missed you.'

'Have you?'

'But if you'd rather have a stiff wank...'

'You were never exactly adventurous were you?'

'You haven't complained before. What do you want me to do?'

'Forget it,' he said. 'I'm going for a shower.'

When he'd gone Helga's eyes filled with tears. He'd made her out to be cold when she never held back; certainly she never pleaded a headache. She gave him a blow job when he asked for it, even swallowing when she didn't really like the taste of semen, knowing men liked to be sucked off. What was missing? Her mind raced through a list of kinks and perversions but perhaps it was something she didn't even know existed. She regarded herself as a pretty average married woman in respect to sex, not prudish but not particularly knowledgeable or sophisticated.

If she was really honest she felt she was the one who was short changed. Barry had never given her oral sex and foreplay was virtually non existent beyond a quick feel of her tits which, in fairness, he did mention a lot in terms of their size. Her bust was like a trophy she carried around for him and he was more proud than jealous when men stared at her jugs as he called them. Barry was very much a tit man over and above bums or legs or any other part of a woman's anatomy.

Then one day, Helga was visiting the shops on the camp when she saw Barry sitting in the café talking to a woman.

As much as shock at seeing them together, Helga felt anger that he was not making a greater effort to conceal what he was doing. The shops were only two blocks away from their army house, any neighbor or acquaintance might see them, the girls might call in at the newsagents for a magazine.

Helga could see the girl was a lot younger than she was (wasn't that always the case with these things) not much older than their daughters. She looked like a slut, too much make up and dyed hair, yet quite good looking in an obvious and brazen way. She was smoking and taking a great interest in what Barry was saying; perhaps he was opening up to her when he should be talking to his wife. Perhaps he was giving her the sex he should be sharing with his wife? She didn't doubt it.

When she got home Helga tortured herself with questions about what she'd seen until the twins got home from school and she busied herself with fixing their meal.

 

He didn't come home that night and normally she would have imagined he was out drinking with his army mates, now she tossed and turned in bed thinking of him fucking the tart she'd seen him with.

When he came back in the middle of the day he stank of beer and he had the girl with him. 'Melissa's moving in,' he said with an air of finality.

The girl made a move towards Helga.

'Hi, I want us to get on,' she said. 'There's no reason we can't be friends.'

'We don't have a spare bedroom,' Helga said and realized instantly how stupid she sounded.

'You can sleep on the sofa,' said Barry.

'What will the girls think?'

'They'll get used to the idea.'

'Get used to another woman replacing their mother?'

'I don't want to take your kids away from you Helga,' said Melissa lighting a cigarette.

'Please don't smoke in my house,' said Helga.

'Be careful how you speak to Melissa. It's my house by the way.'

'So thirty years together counts for nothing.'

'You can stay but you cook and clean for us, right?'

'You want me to be your skivvy?'

'Our skivvy, our slave, that's right.'

'You want me to wait hand and foot on your whore?'

Helga felt the full weight of Barry's large hand box her ear. 'I won't tell you again. If you don't like my conditions you can leave, go back to Germany.' He took Helga by the scruff of the neck and pushed her out of the back door into the yard, turning the key behind her, and shoved the bolt into place.

She sat on the step and cried bitterly.

After nearly an hour Helga knocked on the door. 'I'm sorry,' she called. 'Please let me in.'

'You're not going to kick off again?' To her amazement she realized it was Melissa questioning her.

'No. We need to talk this over sensibly.'

Helga heard Melissa unlocking the door and drawing the bolt.

'Where's Barry?' she asked.

'He's gone to get me another packet of fags and a few cans.'

'This is ridiculous. You must see it won't work.'

'Best do what Barry says or you'll be out on your ear.'

'He'll ditch you when the novelty wears off.'

'I don't think so. We have things in common you wouldn't understand.'

'Sex.'

'Yeah, sex babe. Don't knock it. I understand his needs, see.'

'Do you now?'

'He says you're frigid.'

'Does he?'

'I bet I could light your fires, melt the ice.'

'I don't think so.'

'I like it with guys and girls. I'm bi sexual.'

'Does he know that?'

'Oh, yes. I happen to think you're hot. He showed me your picture when we first got together and I thought then I wouldn't mind a bit of that.'

'But maybe I'm not interested.'

'You say that now but we'll see. It's all you'll get. He won't fuck you no more.'

'You're very sure of yourself aren't you?'

'Your girls are very pretty too.'

'You leave my girls alone.'

'We'll see. You better behave yourself.'