The Sergeant's Wife & The General's

"That's one item I couldn't help you with. I didn't even pack a nightgown in my own bag. I kind of expected that I wouldn't have any need for one. All right, you understand - I was hoping I wouldn't have any need for one."

Louise flashed an understanding smile. "Yes, I understand. Your guy must have been quite eager to see you when you arrived. I thought you would have an exciting time."

"Was he ever excited! Of course, I was too - he was so eager he wouldn't even let me pee first! You know I was needing to on the flight, and I was holding it until I got to this room- but, well, he had other things on his mind. And, really, so did I! Later, he wanted to watch me pee and that so fired him up he still wouldn't let me finish! Oh, why am I telling you this! You'll have your romantic moment tonight, probably!"

"Wanda, talking to you is giving me a bit of inspiration. Maybe I don't need a sexy nightie either. I might just decide to see how I do without one! You've given me some other things to think about, too. Thanks!" She nodded her head for emphasis.

Wanda gave her a knowing wink. They walked to the door, and Louise was on her way.

Looking at the clock, Wanda noted it was past eleven in the morning. She hadn't had breakfast, and now she was feeling a bit hungry.

She called room service, asking if she could still get breakfast in her room. Assured that she could, she ordered a tray sent to the room.

She was just finishing it up an hour later, when Jim opened the door. Anticipating his arrival, she had hung up the towel, and sat eating her food fully unclad.

He greeted her warmly, asked if she had been all right, and noted she had ordered food. They talked for a bit. Soon, she commented that he was now dressed whereas she was not. "Let's be fair, Jim. I get to look, too!"

He took the hint, and began to remove and hang up his clothes.

When he had finished, they sat down. They talked, viewed the TV a bit, both of them unclothed now. In time she arose and headed for the bathroom. He grabbed her arm.

"Hey - not so fast, there. Where are you going?"

"To pee, you idiot. I had four cups of coffee and all that juice while I was waiting. Now I need to let some out!"

"Not yet. Do you know how you felt last night, when you had a full tank down there? You were squeezing so hard to keep from leaking, and I got the full benefit of it. Think I'm going to pass up another chance, so quick?"

"Jim, you really can't be ready so quick. Anyway, I know how I felt. Is it what you really want?"

"You doubt I can be ready?"

Wanda looked at her husband's face, then reached over and squeezed his penis with her hand. "You aren't yet," she observed.

"Race you!" he challenged. "I brought some bottles of soda. I'll be ready before you can get a liter of soda through your kidneys!"

She gave him a skeptical look. Then she went to the bag he had brought in, retrieved a liter of soda. She looked at it, then at him. "Before I can get this through my kidneys, you'll be hard as a rock. Right?"

"That sounds like a challenge worth accepting," she observed, unscrewing the cap and putting the bottle to her lips.

It took her half an hour to empty the bottle. They sat watching a TV program, as she finished. "Now all I need is some processing time. How are you doing?"

"I'll be ready. Tell me when you can't hold it any longer!"

She felt she was close to that now, but she wanted to please him. Fifteen minutes later she was getting extremely uncomfortable with her more than full bladder.

"Jim, I really feel like I'm about to burst. It's starting to hurt - maybe I shouldn't wait for the rest of that soda to filter through. Let me up; I'll just pee a little bit and then we can--"

"Oh, no, Wanda. You promised me!" He pressed his hand on her full bladder.

"Stand up and let me feel you!" She complied, as he palpated her lower belly.

"You're not letting out a drop of that! Not until you do your wifely duty--"

"Are you ready for your performance?" She asked, groping his shaft, now hard and erect.

In answer, he led her to the bed. As they sat on the edge, she told him, "Not with you on top, this time - not while I'm this full. Too much pressure. I'll do it with a full bladder for you, but you have to let me be on top!"

She nudged him to lie down, and immediately she was on top of him. At once she felt both her breasts in the firm grip of his hands. She positioned herself over his erect member, and slowly lowered herself onto it. Slowly they started to move, this time with Wanda providing most of the action.

She need not have feared his readiness. It was over far too soon for both of them. She collapsed onto him, breathing deeply. He held her tightly.

After a few minutes, she asked him politely, "Can I pee now? You can even watch! That is- if you can muster the energy!"

Weakly, he followed her into the bathroom, leaning over her as she used the toilet. He stroked her breasts gently as she urinated profusely. This time his erection did not return. They slowly, almost feebly, slipped back to the bed, their hands clasping.

"I think," she noted, "I am finally beginning to wear you out." Nothing further was said. Soon both were fast asleep.

The extent of their exhaustion was evident when they awoke. It was dark. The clock read a bit after eight o'clock that evening.

"I smell food," Jim commented, sniffing an aroma drifting in through the balcony door. "I'm starving. Want something to eat?"

"Yeah, I could handle food, too," she responded, hardly moving. They consulted the room service menu, and ordered two dinners.

They were eating in the room a while later when the telephone rang. Wanda picked it up. She recognized Louise on the other end.

"Wanda, am I interrupting anything?" Wanda observed that only dinner was in process.

"I just wanted to tell you, I just sent your sundress to be cleaned. It will be returned to your room tomorrow. Thanks so much for the use of it."

"Quite all right. Glad to help. Did you get your suitcase yet?"

"No, they don't think it will arrive until tomorrow. But I did find a shop, and I got some clothes I can use for dinner and around the hotel. My husband is now supposed to be here about eleven."

"Great," Wanda responded. "Did you find something nice to wear when you first see him?"

"Oh, yes. I've provided for that. You, and perhaps your husband, inspired it. I'm almost ready now."

"How's that? I wish I could see it - but I know it'll be appreciated?"

There was silence on the other end. Then there was a hesitant comment. "Wanda, if you want to see it - can you step out on your balcony and look up? You'll see me on my balcony on the tenth floor. But just you - you'll have to leave your man inside. It's OK for you to wear your towel on the balcony!"

"OK - just give me a minute."

"Who was that?" Jim asked her.

"Lady I met on the plane. She's staying here, too. Poor soul, she lost her luggage and hasn't got it back yet. Giving her a rough time. Look, I need to step on the balcony for a moment to see something. Can I wear my towel? You don't need to go."

"I suppose. But just for a few minutes. I don't want to lose any of our time together. I'll stay with my dinner. I'm not dressed for outdoor activity, anyway."

"Thanks. I won't be long. Don't eat my dinner!"

She wrapped the towel around herself and stepped onto the balcony. She looked up. After scanning the area, she saw Louise at a balcony on the floor above, in the wing that angled against theirs.

Immediately she saw how Louise could have seen her in bed that morning. Louise's balcony was perfectly positioned to look down at hers.

Louise spotted Wanda. She had what looked like a towel wrapped around her, also. She held up a finger to indicate Wanda should wait a moment. Louise stepped back into her room, then turned off her balcony light. There was a chair on Louise's balcony, and the area was lit but dimly. Louise came back, stooping, almost crawling, behind the balcony wall, only her head visible above it. Wanda looked, fascinated at what sort of romantic attire the general's wife had concocted for their reunion. Louise looked carefully in all directions. Satisfied there were no viewers except Wanda, Louise suddenly sprang atop the chair, standing there facing Wanda, her arms outstretched in a victory gesture, her legs slightly spread. She held the pose for only a second.

Wanda was dumbfounded as she looked up at Louise.

The general's wife was absolutely naked. Her graying hair was exquisitely coiffed, her breasts sagged a bit, but still protruded prominently, and her dark pubic hair was clearly visible. She held the pose for only a second or two, then quickly dropped from the chair and out of sight.

Wanda went back in her room, to Jim and her dinner. In a minute, the telephone rang again.

"It's Louise here. Did you like my dress? Do you think he'll like it? I never did anything like this before, but, after what you said this morning, I'm getting up my nerve!"

"Louise, if he doesn't like it, you've got a real problem! Good luck!"

The phone clicked off.

"Your lady friend again? What have you too got going?"

"She just wanted me to look at the dress she's wearing tonight. We had talked about it earlier. I can see her on the balcony across the way. That's why I went outside!"

"Oh - fashion advice you're giving her?"

"You might say so. Anyway, I think she did the right thing. At least it's what I think I would have chosen."

Jim seemed a bit bored with it. Female fashions were not his thing, and he acknowledged it. "But," Wanda told him, "You would have liked this one!"

"Did you say she's an army wife?"

"I didn't, but she is. Her husband's coming in from somewhere. Supposed to be here at eleven tonight. She wanted to look right for his arrival."

"If he's like me, he won't care what she's wearing. He'll just be glad to see her. Now, even if you asked, I couldn't remember what you wearing when you came in last night."

"That's because you took it off me so fast you didn't even see what it was!"

"My point. He won't care either. Bet on it!"

"In this case, Jim, I think he will be quite impressed. Her name was Hawthorne. Louise Hawthorne. Said her man had been in the service thirty years. That tells you about how old she is."

"Hawthorne? Say, when I was downstairs this morning there was a guy talking to the desk clerk - said he was an aide to a General Hawthorne. Surprising - I didn't think there'd be that many Hawthorne's around."

"That's her husband. General Hawthorne. She said he's a two-star general." Wanda was casual.

Jim jumped with a startled expression. "She's a general's wife? You mean my wife is giving fashion advice to the wife of a two star general? Good gosh, what did you say? You didn't say anything about me, did you?"

His expression was one of alarm.

"Cool it, Jim. It was just girl talk. She just picked up some ideas from me. It wasn't even intentional. You're not involved - I said very little about you!"

Jim sank back into disturbed thought, his mind pondering the possible ramifications of his wife's choice of friends.

They finished their dinner, Wanda was somewhat distressed over Jim's reaction to her admitted conversations with Louise. She got up from the makeshift table.

"I gotta pee. Want to watch?"

His expression changed to a smile. He followed her into the bathroom and watched her start to relieve herself. "Can't do it without some attention here," she told him, patting a breast.

He took the hint, and grasped a nipple and held it as she emptied her bladder.

Chapter 3

It was now close to eleven P.M. Downstairs, several men in military uniforms had arrived at the reception desk.

A graying officer with stars on his jacket headed for the elevator, accompanied by an aide carrying a briefcase. Behind him a bellman carried two pieces of luggage. "Tenth floor" the aide commented to the bellman.

They left the elevator and proceeded to a room. The aide knocked on the door.

A feminine voice answered from inside. "Yes. Who is it?"

"General Hawthorne is here, Ma'am. May we come in?"

"Yes, use your key. The latch is off. I'm not quite ready to come to the door!"

The bellman opened the door, and set the luggage on a rack. Lights were on, but there was no occupant to be seen. The aide turned to the senior officer. "Anything else, General? I'm sure you're looking forward to time with your wife."

"She must be getting herself ready. Oh, well, you know how long it takes women. I don't think I need anything else. I'll give you a call in the morning, Carl."

The junior officer made a gesture of a salute and withdrew, following the bellman.

Alan Hawthorne called out.

"Louise! Where in blazes are you? I was going to introduce you to my new aide!"

"I was getting ready for you," Louise called from the bedroom of the suite. "I don't think you would have wanted me to meet him just yet."

"Why the heck not?" The General was tired and a bit impatient.

"This is why," Louise answered, walking boldly into the room

The general just stared. His wife was wearing a superbly done hairdo, setting off her graying locks. She had on just a touch of make-up, just a hint of eye shadow, and absolutely nothing else.

"Good Gosh!" the general opined, at a loss for words. Never before in thirty years of marriage had Louise greeted him like this.

"Happy anniversary, Alan!" said, as she swept him into her arms, her naked breasts pressing against his military jacket.

"You're miscalculating, Louise, it isn't our anniversary!"

She bent him with her kiss, then broke it long enough to note, "No - not exactly, but it's as close to the thirtieth as we're likely to have together. I've missed too many anniversaries when you were called off to a war or police action or something. This is going to be our time! Now - you haven't understood the uniform of the day!" She started undoing his jacket.

"Uniform? I've got the right one - what are you doing?"

"Alan, this time I have the right one! You're not going to need this stuff right now!"

Her fingers flew, undoing every piece of his uniform. Confounded by her actions, he stood still and let her do it. He even undid his shoes to help her. Then, when he was stark naked, she stepped back for a bit, and surveyed her work.

"Now, that looks like the guy I married! Sometimes it's hard to recognize him under all the stars and ribbons."

"Are you making fun of me, Louise?"

She planted another big kiss on his lips. She took his two hands and placed one on each of her breasts.

"Yes, I want it to be fun. Do you remember what these are for? There are things I had fun with, too--" With his hands holding her breasts, she reached down and gently gripped his penis.

"I remember fun, Louise - I even remember the night we were married."

She shut him up with another kiss. She started to move toward the bedroom.

"Wait a moment," he told her, "first I need a latrine break!"

"Not yet, my dear! I've waited too long for this. Now it's your turn to wait a bit."

"Louise, I need to--"

She placed a finger to his lips.

"You may be a general out there, but you're not wearing your stars in here. This one is my treat, and my rules!"

"Louise, have you been drinking?" he asked her, puzzled at her behavior.

"No, my darling general, but I have been learning. I should have done this before!"

She pressed him toward the waiting bed, freshly turned down and inviting. She nudged him to its center, lying on his back. To his utter amazement, she climbed atop him, straddling him. She leaned forward, her hands on the nipples of her slightly sagging breasts.

"They may not stay up so well any more, but they do stretch - if you remember how to do it!" she instructed him. He tugged at her nipples.

She positioned his erect member at the entrance of her genitals, and lowered herself, taking him into her. Suddenly she bounced on him slightly, her weight landing on his belly and full bladder. He grimaced a bit.

"Like it?" she asked. "I can recall sometimes when you didn't let me pee! I think I'm enjoying this!"

"I just - I mean I'm a little full down there," he commented to her.

"Yes. Isn't it nice? Gives a good feeling, doesn't it? Or would you like me to get off?"

Suddenly his mood changed. He gave her nipples a vigorous tug, smiled up at her, and uttered one word.

"Never!"

She laughed, and bent down to plant another kiss on his lips. She removed his hand from one breast, and learned further, placing her erect nipple near his lips. He grasped it and held it in his mouth.

Her motion immediately speeded up. He started to move a bit in synch with her, but she told him to stop. "Let me do it - this one's my treat. You can do it later!"

Faster she rode him. She felt her own orgasm explode within her, though she kept up her motion through it. Seconds later he gasped as his own release occurred. Her body fell on him. They lay in a heap.

It was nearly an hour later when she slid off of him. "Time for our latrine break, Alan. You needed one, remember?"

"Our latrine break?" he asked, a bit sleepily.

"Yes. Ours. You get the relief and I steer. For now."

She led him into the bathroom. He stood before the toilet. Before he could grasp his member with his hand, she had it in her grip and brushed his hand aside.

"I'm steering, remember? It was my treat!"

Resigned, he tried to release his bladder. After a few moments, he succeeded, and his stream poured out. She held him, guiding the stream, as his bladder emptied. She looked up at him. "You know, Alan, I can remember only one other time you let me do this!"

"I'm not letting you do it now. You just took over!"

"Tsk, tsk. Imagine a general being bossed around by his poor little wife. Would you rather I didn't?"

"Louise, I don't know what inspired you tonight! You've never acted like this before!"

His stream came to an end. She exchanged positions with him, and placed herself on the toilet.

"Do you want to hold this time?" she asked.

"Hold what? I didn't think your equipment needed steering!" She replied by taking his hand and placing it on her nipple. He pulled it as she urinated.

They fell into bed. It was after one o'clock. He fell asleep.

Suddenly he was awakened. Though hours later, it was still dark. His wife was wide awake, stroking his penis, bringing it to a hard erection.

"Your treat this time!" was all she said.

Renewed, he mounted her. After their earlier experience, they were a bit slower this time, but in time release came for both of them. Again they fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter 4

Morning came. Jim turned to his sleeping wife, not sure whether to arouse her for another encounter. He noted the time - after ten. He rose, and ordered breakfast. While awaiting its arrival, he nudged his sleeping wife. "Time for getting up!" he told her. "Need to pee before breakfast?"

She rubbed her eyes. "With you watching? My breakfast would get cold while you worked off your excitement. Call me when it arrives!" She turned over and closed her eyes again.

Breakfast did arrive. She slipped from the bed and sleepily moved to the little table on which their trays had been placed. Before sitting down, she faced him, extended her arms high over her head and engaged in a luxurious stretch. His eyes took it all in.

She bent over and gently kissed him. Then, standing before him, observed, "Still don't want me to wear any clothes? Haven't you seen everything by now?"

"Do want me to get tired of it? I don't remember you telling me to put my clothes on, either!"

"I kind of like looking, too. I'll admit it," then she added, "But right now I've got a full bladder I need to empty. You can watch, if you'll promise to let me eat my breakfast right after!"