Now... she felt no better than a whore. No, not even a whore; at least men seek prostitutes for pleasure. Frank could have found no pleasure in the wa... he used her body, only relief. He could have used his hand for that!She became aware of the heavy snoring within the tent. She rolled her head to the side and stared at the man sleeping across from her - her husband. She shuddered again. Husband! Never had that word seemed so strange, so alien. Always the word husband had brought warm feelings. She had purposely worn a sheer blouse and sexy bra. You could, if you looked carefully when she stretched back, see the contrast of her nipples against her soft breasts. One did it have to look hard at all to see how erect and turgid her nipples were and had been all through the evening. From the first hug hello, through drinks at the bar, dinner, and the ride back home. He had even jokingly suggested that she ride in the back seat with him on the way back home. And of course her husband. They started arguing with my husband, my husband tried to convince them but failed. I heard the noise and came to check what was happening. When I entered, all became silent. My husband asked me to go inside. I saw their faces and could see a shine in their eyes. (you all know why!)I went inside. After that, all stopped yelling and arguing. They made my husband sit next to them. Their names were Vikram (37), Mahesh (34), Shekar (29) and Ismail (30). All were look-wise not very decent and not. Being on top he had to put all his weight on his good leg because even after all these years his wound was causing him trouble. He never got the full strength of his limb back and this morning it was worse than ever. He was not used to being on top of a woman giving his massive organ such a pleasant feeling."Move in with me!" she begged softly, about five minutes later. He had shot his load into her, softened and slipped out. He was on his back rubbing the wound his Army buddies inflicted upon.