what happens to the other half when the fiancé goes on training at HMS Raleigh

[finknottle]

I always found it highly entertaining when Jack after the long course of shagging round the world arrived back in Blighty only to find out that his missus had been doing the same in his absence. His anger, indignation, shock, horror, , revulsion etc was truly something to savour.

[flymo]

I always found it highly entertaining when Jack after the long course of shagging round the world arrived back in Blighty only to find out that his missus had been doing the same in his absence. His anger, indignation, shock, horror, , revulsion etc was truly something to savour.

Knew a stoker who bought a house in Portchester with a gorgeous QUARRN (spelling). She was in a Naval band who went to Germany for a concert. Got shagged by a Royal on the return ferry and felt so bad about it that she confessed. He went apoplectic and threw her out. He then wanted to take her back so he could dump her all over again. In the meantime, he had been shagging a bird back up the line in Bedford for the past 18 months. And he couldn't understand my "WTF?" He ended up marrying her and she knew the history. Daft accountant braindead women.

[finknottle]

I wonder how many of us have tromboned a fellow mateot's pash/missus when he has been away, I would hazard a guess that the number is considerable.

All this banter should fill the originator of this thread with confidence, chuckle, chuckle.

[Blackrat]

It was quite common in the Army. We used to have loads of fun going on the piss in Munster when the RHF or the 14/20th were freezing their nuts off in Sennelager and getting more pissed off by the second knowing that their other halves were on the piss trawling for singly cock. No wonder the readers wives section of Razzle and Escort were awash with pictures of honking monsters sprawled on issue furniture flashing their growlers.

[2_deck_dash]

Indeed I fondly recall pulling a reasonable bit of strumpet in Walkabout Pompey. When we retired to her gaff for 'coffee,' I noticed wedding phots on the windowsill. I recognised the hubby, he was a comms rating from my ship who was on a course in Guzz.

Knowing that he had spent an entire Far East deployment smashing Cambodian hookers, erased any feelings of guilt I may have had while I plated her in the marital bed, while his rats fizzog grinned at me from an Elizabeth Duke framed phot on the bedside table.

[Blackrat]

Indeed I fondly recall pulling a reasonable bit of strumpet in Walkabout Pompey. When we retired to her gaff for 'coffee,' I noticed wedding phots on the windowsill. I recognised the hubby, he was a comms rating from my ship who was on a course in Guzz.

Knowing that he had spent an entire Far East deployment smashing Cambodian hookers, erased any feelings of guilt I may have had while I plated her in the marital bed, while his rats fizzog grinned at me from an Elizabeth Duke framed phot on the bedside table.

Your prose is beautiful. I can actually picture myself there with you.

[Montigny-La-Palisse]

Indeed I fondly recall pulling a reasonable bit of strumpet in Walkabout Pompey. When we retired to her gaff for 'coffee,' I noticed wedding phots on the windowsill. I recognised the hubby, he was a comms rating from my ship who was on a course in Guzz.

Knowing that he had spent an entire Far East deployment smashing Cambodian hookers, erased any feelings of guilt I may have had while I plated her in the marital bed, while his rats fizzog grinned at me from an Elizabeth Duke framed phot on the bedside table.

I like it when their dead processed eyes watch you stove their missus' clam in from within the confines of a photo frame on the bedside table. Especially when said husband is trying to look ally in an action pose despite having a BFA on their gat. The shit Mercian cunt.

Writing duty rosters for ratings whose girlfriends you are smashing is fun too, you're duty weekend mate.

[rod-gearing]

Hold the front page!

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[Blackrat]

I recall, with fondness, hanging out the back of a reasonably good looking cavalry NCO's misses one fine evening, when i saw a heart shaped picture frame on her tv of the pair of them together, looking all doey eyed. There was writing around the edge that said "True Love - Together - Forever". The fact that i was buried up to my back wheels in her minge while probing her jap flag with a moistened thumb made me question the validity of this statement.

[rod-gearing]

I remember a young stokers wife had similar photos of hubby at her home in Dartmouth.
She was most obliging, shame she didn't remember me the next time I saw her in the Floating Bridge.

And I thought I'd left a good impression as I didn't soil the curtains.