Continuing on from my previous post... While it's true I was excited about the guy jerking off to pictures of my wife, things got much worse. It wasn't long before I was approached by another guy who wanted to "borrow the pictures". I pretended to not know what he was talking about, but he said, "Come on... everyone in the barracks is talking about them". I still stonewalled him, telling him they must be of someone else's wife, because I had no nude pictures of mine. He smirked and reminded me that he'd not mentioned nude pictures of my wife. Fortunately, he didn't pursue it anymore and left me alone.
When he returned later, I ripped my bunk mate for spilling the beans and asked who he'd shown them to. He said, it happened by accident, he'd carefully laid the envelope on top of the hand towel dispenser while washing his hands. No one had been in the latrine when he did that, but suddenly two guys came in soaking wet with sweat and immediately went to the towel dispenser. In the process the envelope was knocked to the floor and the pictures spilled out. They immediately saw what they were and began picking them up looking at them and commenting before I could dry my hands and begin retrieving them myself. It seems like only seconds later a couple more guys came and then someone apparently told someone at the door and before he knew it have the squad bay was inside the latrine passing the pictures around. He explained that it took twenty minutes and cost him nearly a hundred bucks to get all the pictures back. He was sorry but I realized it was my own fault.
Within a few days, I had guys offering me money to let them "borrow the pictures". I was ashamed of myself for doing it I began to charge guys to use them. After a couple of weeks, my Sergeant called me aside and asked me about the pictures. I first I started to deny I had them, but he stopped me short and shall we go inspect your locker. He told me having them was no problem he even said it was okay to share them but I couldn't charge guys to do so and that the CO had ordered him to confiscate the pictures. Reluctantly, I had to hand them over to him. He looked at everyone as I stood there red faced, embarrassed, ashamed and angry all in one. He told me she was a damn fine looking piece of ass and had a cunt anyone would love to eat. Then as he looked at one of her stroking my little cock, he advised me that with her looks and body and my small cock, I'd never be able to keep her anyway. He told me some civilian dude was probably already nailing her regularly. Then he told me he was sorry, but they had to go to the CO and left me.
Two days later I was called to the CO's office. The First Sergeant following me into Captain’s office where the Company Clerk, the Captain (my CO) and a Major from Battalion HQ were all gathered standing around a table with my wife's pictures laid out on it. Standing at attention, they were all smiles as the Captain picked one up of me eating her out. He told me to stand at ease, and said these are good pictures soldier. I'm sure they help you out went you find yourself missing the little wife, but I don't think they are appropriate to use as a money maker in your unit. It kind of makes your wife out as a ***** only you're the one selling her. We all agree that she's beautiful, sexy and well, extremely desirable, but we can't allow this as long as your here. I'm going to put these in my desk drawer and keep them locked away and once you receive orders transferring you out of here, I'll return them to you. At that point the Major interceded, reminding my CO, that the Colonel at Headquarters still hadn't seen them and that he would be taking them for a few days to show him what all the fuss was about. The next two months were long and hard, I suffered all kinds of name calling and abuse until at last I got my orders. I went to the CO, he unlocked his drawer took out and envelope and gave them to me. Wishing me good luck he shook my hand and dismissed me.
Later when I checked, I was amazed to find their condition. Besides the fact that several were missing, some the others were bent, dog eared and worn. A couple even looked like they had something spilled on them; I couldn't help but wonder if they were cum stains. By this time, I'd convinced myself I didn't care, my platoon Sergeant had been right, my wife of less than a year had stopped coming to visit me and written to me that she had met someone else and was divorcing me. At my next duty station, I took out the ones showing my little cock, and willingly shared the pictures of her with anyone.
