"There is no guesser for a female norm."

Me, my wife, and just me!

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Immediately after the institute, I got caught. First: married; and secondly: left for the unknown. Imagine! From a small by the standards of the country, but still the city on a lost outpost among the mountains outpost. And medium-sized, and located in the N-sky region. As explained to me in the frames, it was a model outpost, blah blah blah ... And a young officer is waiting for me there with arms outstretched, blah blah blah ... right as the deputy head of the outpost, blah blah blah. .. If it were not for the "rainbow glasses" with which I was provided in frames, along with noodles "hung" in the same place "on the ears", I still might have thought ... But youth is careless. I was seduced by the position, although the rank of the title was senior lieutenant. Here I am, all so proud, with my wife went to the place of service.

When I arrived, I realized that I had never seen such settlements anywhere. The nearest village, a small dying village in a dozen courtyards was about forty kilometers along the road, although on the map it was located no further than five ... But this line ran through a mountain steeper, which only a mountain sheep could climb, read a goat, or a very good climber. From the outpost, a long wooded canyon, covered with some unfamiliar shrubs with rare trees, went deep into our territory ... And ending with a mountain dead end and a stream flowing from the same tract ... That's all that was close by. Yes! Of course, the mountains ... Many steep and inaccessible mountains. Of course, there was still a border and an outpost in the adjacent territory. The protected area was not very large, so, as I learned, upon assuming the post, there were only fifty-four men and three sergeants at the outpost, and three officers: I was his deputy, deputy chief for educational and social-legal work. Yes, our assistant for all the senior ensign - the foreman of the outpost Semyon Evdokimovich. Such a good-natured, tall fellow, with gray eyes and quietly breaking a three-finger cutting from a shovel.

The only thing that pleased, even though my wife and I were not settled in the corner, fenced in the barracks, but provided a small house consisting of two rooms and a kitchen. Yes, the toilet was inside ...

It so happened that my wife was the only woman surrounded by many men. But I even managed to employ her, head of the first-aid post. She had a medical degree.

My wife is Kristina, the true daughter of Eva, of medium height, skater, with a nice booty, which is so nice to touch and at the same time gently pat her. Breast third number, with large nipples. I will tell you in confidence, she loves when I squeeze them and suck on her nipples, although she does not refuse even a more affectionate attitude towards her treasures: stroking, soft pressing, kisses. And in bed - just a "beast." Every night, and if time permits even during the day, we fuck at least three times a day. Less does not suit her! And as she kisses ... The first time after meeting, I went all hickered, and now often ... Although now Christine puts them, at least not in prominent places. She can suck for hours, allowing me to play and stroke her charms without getting tired of it.

So, as soon as she took the first-aid post, something unprecedented happened. Even the healthiest fighters, those who in the winter barefoot through the snow could walk from the Urals to the Volga region, began to "get sick". In the mornings of the first week of her work in the first-aid post, a queue lined up - to measure the temperature; or get a “tablet” at least from greed; and other; and other; and other ...

Before my first-aid post, medical orderly was commanded by Zibaev, a Tatar of nationality, who holds a veterinary diploma. He recognized three types of treatment: castor oil, iodine and aspirin tablets ... Of course, he was approached only when absolutely necessary.

And there was an invasion.However, the head of the outpost very quickly installed and eliminated this kind of “indisposition”. Everyone who visited the medical center and did not receive confirmation of the “doctor”, he called my wife, waited for the outfit out of turn. And already after the announcement of “this unwritten order on personnel”, and receiving two “malicious simulators”, two orders were out of turn each - the tail of the soldiers standing in the medical center in the morning was gone! At first, I didn’t understand what was the matter, but then I was a political commissar, so in the old manner we called the deputy for educational and social-legal work, he gave me advice:

- You have a wife, beautiful. Not going - floating! However, she is the only woman here. You look at the fighters when she passes by ...

I looked, and then watched constantly! When my sweetheart went through the part ... all the work, from where it was visible, faded! Everyone looked only at her: contemplated, enthusiastically echoing her tongue; undressed with a look; and even excuse me, there were those who raped her with a look! Looking at the pants, saw what mounds appear in the pants of my subordinates. She wanted, wanted, eager ... And it did not depend on age, upbringing and rank. Probably, the situation was the complete absence of women, the inability to go on AWOL - "the women" ... What is the use of sawing forty kilometers along a dusty narrow road, risking running into serious trouble if in the village the youngest person is fifty or above. No, if possible, the fighters would have taken advantage of such women, but to be substituted specifically for such “bonuses”! “Look for the fool, for four soldiers!”, As Buratino used to say. Once a month, they were taken to the city on a special bus by the allocated headquarters. For places in the bus and the dismissal on this day, a real "fight" flared up. This was an opportunity to have sex, chat with girls and “many other things” just as pleasant outside the outpost. Again, new faces ...

Initially, it bothered me, especially when I found several lovers to spy and eavesdrop on our “sexual tantric exercises after hanging up”! One thing I, in general, caught when he jerked off, peeping through the window behind my beloved. I tried to fight it with all available means and methods ... But if you read Don Quixote, you can understand my achievements in this field. They were, perhaps, even smaller than the last in a battle with windmills. And after that I am pretty. He became, even deliberately left open the window when we had sex.

“Let them hear and envy,” I thought, forcing my darling to yell and moan louder and shrill than before.

And then a seditious thought crept into my head. “Here I come home, and I find myself in my bed with another ...”, and for some reason, from this thought, I had such a riser ... I had to urgently ask for leave and “fly” to the first-aid post, where we did it stress relief, even without closing the door on the latch! The further, the more! I not only imagined such a situation, I also wanted to observe it! In short, he was obsessed, although all these fantasies did not prevent me from loving and idolizing my Christ. It was an effective method of “raising the tone” even when the body was out of sorts: tired or depressed. But any stimulus needs some nourishment, but I could not move from thoughts to action. Maybe not enough spirit, and, perhaps, did not allow education.

So we lived, giving ourselves to the conjugal pleasures several times a night, and sometimes “catching up” during the day. And then they decided to send me to study. It would be possible to go together, but Christina worked! And before the holiday was still oh how far! That's how I had to leave her for a few days. One consolation, the retraining course was designed for only three days.

“Seeing off” me to the district dragged on for the whole night, although when I came home, Christina was “terribly” not in the spirit. Without looking back at my greeting, she grunted:

- Undress, dinner will be now ...

Having changed clothes and washing, I went into the kitchen.

- What happened, honey?

- ... - the sound of fallen pan in the sink.

- Well, what are you? Christina ... - I hugged her from the back, hugging me.

She froze, clinging to me and throwing back her head ....