While serving in Germany early 80s our wives were a part of a bigger family from the squaddies up t the top brass. Lydia was no exception. The colonels wife was always in the midst of any problems our wives had but also with us soldiers too. If she could help, she was there. We had many parties over the years and everyone got an invite, mostly were turned down especially by Colonel Tim and Lydia. One time they did come and let their hair down. Over the years I got to know Lydia even more, had coffee with her if we saw each other in town. I made Sergent late 80s and was invited to dine with them on a couple of occasions, which were pleasant. We left Germany early 90s and Colonel Tim retired, the leaving do was great and saw Lydia in a whole new light. Never really saw her a a sexy confident woman, but she looked amazing dressed to kill. We were stationed back in the UK and we were about 30 miles from where they lived, so every now and then a few of us would go and see them. I got a message one day from Lydia telling me that Tim had stage 4 cancer, it was a hell of a shock as he was always a fit guy and thought he would live forever. Now I know what you are all thinking, what is this to do with a sex forum story? Well the best is yet to come.
I have always been a dominant guy, my squaddies would vouch for that, especially the ones that did not make the grade until I helped them to find the confidence inside them. While I was married, I had two submissives on the go, both related to the army. One was the local girl who worked on the camp in the naffi. Young girl, small tits, skinny, not pretty but would always please her master. The other was a squaddie, female, 22, nice figure but had daddy issues. When I first met Lydia, there was always something about her I could not put my finger on, but as Tim became unwell over time, that thing became clearer. Tim died, latter end of the 90s and the funeral was a big affair, all the top brass were there along with all the guys who served with him. I carried on in the army and did a couple more tours of duty and left in 1999. I worked for a charity involved with kids in crisis and we were in Iraq to help build some schools . Unbeknown to myself and a couple of my old unit, our work had been recognised by people back home and we were invited to attend a gala dinner in London at the Royal Lancaster Hotel. On our table was sat Lydua who had put our names forward for recognition for the work we had done. To be continued..... |
