New Year in the barracks
It was December 31, 2004. As the deputy battalion commander for educational work, I was supposed to stay in the barracks to celebrate the New Year—to keep an eye on order, so to speak. Natasha didn't want to stay home alone and insisted on coming with me. I agreed. She approached the matter creatively, so she had sewn herself a Snow Maiden costume from a short blue evening dress beforehand. She said
that the boys (my soldiers are boys, after all) were already feeling down… she'd cheer them up!We entered the barracks of the 4th company, where I decided to settle in, a little after 10 PM. Of course, Natasha caused an absolute sensation. The short dress trimmed with tinsel didn't hide but rather emphasized her long legs, clad in white stockings and high-heeled shoes. I stopped to talk to the company duty officer, so I saw with what appetite the soldiers watched Natasha gracefully gliding down the central aisle. The hem of her dress would hitch up slightly with each step, momentarily exposing the edge of her buttocks…
Starting at 11 PM, we began the feast. My wife was running around like a whirlwind, inventing various games, handing out gifts, leading round dances with the soldiers. The soldiers watched her with genuine interest.
After the New Year itself, the battalion sergeants invited us to the 3rd company's utility room, where they had gathered to celebrate. We, of course, agreed. I allowed them to drink some champagne. Then the guys started begging Natasha to dance with them. She refused for a while but then let herself be persuaded. It was time for me to go on my rounds and report…
When I returned an hour and a half later, approaching the barracks, I heard a whisper, "Shh, guys, lookout!" Entering the utility room, I saw my wife sitting at the table, flushed and slightly disheveled, and the satisfied faces of the sergeants. I immediately understood she had been fucked, as her panties were lying on the windowsill far from the table, and the room was filled with an incredible smell of sex. I pretended not to notice anything (I was already used to her antics over the past six months), and we sat for a while longer. Then Natasha and I went to sleep in my office. Natasha lay down in the wide guest armchair, and I settled into the work one. Just as I was falling asleep, I heard the office door open quietly and someone tiptoe in. Through half-closed eyelids (my political officer skills finally came in handy), I saw a guy pulling my wife by the hand, and she was whispering, trying to dissuade him:
— Are you crazy, he might wake up…
But the guy was adamant, and Natasha gave in. She put on her shoes and followed him.
I immediately jumped up and rushed after them. Through the slightly open door, I saw Natasha being bent over right in the barracks, leaning against a bed frame, with her short dress hem pulled up. And there she was, without panties, her ass facing the central aisle. First, one of the senior soldiers positioned himself behind her, then the next one, then another… I stood and watched through the crack in the door as my wife was fucked in the middle of the barracks by the soldiers of my battalion, one after another. And she allowed them. Only the quiet creak of the bed frame and the whispers of excited soldiers broke the night's silence. Then my wife's moans joined these sounds. I watched as one soldier after another took their turn at my wife's "workstation." Semen flowed in streams from her well-fucked slit. Then one of the guys suggested fucking her in the ass…
When they laid her, exhausted, on the bed to continue fucking her, I decided to go to sleep, as the show was clearly dragging on.
I woke up in the early morning to two soldiers dragging an exhausted Natasha into the office. She was semi-conscious, semen was running down her legs, her dress was crumpled… In the morning, when I shook her awake and handed her her panties, which I had brought from the utility room, she smiled modestly and quietly said:
— I feel sorry for them! It's New Year's… I'm a gift!