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War Isn't Always Hell
by An USAF Airman (address withheld)
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During the '60's those of us in the military had to
suffer through some crazy times. The Air Force
provided some great experiences in picking up
tumbleweeds, rocks and other debris when JFK was going
to visit our base. But one of best things about the
Air Force was the wives who couldn't fly on SAC B52
Bombers or KC135 Refueling Tankers, while their officer
husbands got to visit exotic Southeast Asia, even if
only from the air. (MMF, exh, reluc, mast, swing,
military)
***
Christ, one more day of detail in picking up
tumbleweeds for the visit by the president, was driving
we airmen nuts. The base spread out over hundreds of
acres, and the damn tumbleweeds and rabbit brush would
blow from property surrounding the base.
The Wing Commander, a bird colonel, wanted to get his
star and his decaying mind thought if JFK found he had
picked up all the tumbleweeds and rabbit brush on the
base he would be recommended to congress for his first
star. This also applied to some rocks that were
uncovered or partially able to be seen. Someone had to
pick them up, and at times it took a piece of heavy
equipment to do just that.
Those of us who had to pick up the shit, were then told
to put on our dress uniforms and be at base ops at the
parking ramp to "welcome JFK." After thousands of
hours of picking up those items to improve the looks of
a high desert sand pile, we didn't really want to see
JFK. Commander-In-Chief or not!
Air Force One landed, JFK walked down the ramp, walked
over and spoke with the Colonel and a couple of
generals who came in from somewhere, and after possibly
five or ten minutes, walked over to his chopper, got on
board and took off for the hinterlands where a nuclear
facility awaited his political tour.
Those of us who gathered the desert crop of weeds,
could not believe he didn't at least thank us for the
hard and stupid work done on his behalf. Perhaps he
didn't address us as it was obvious he saw millions of
tumbleweeds blowing across the base in all directions.
Whatever happened to that full bird I wonder?
Anyway, after things got bad in Vietnam, thanks to Sir
Robert Shit For Brains, the crew members in the B52's
and KC135 from SAC bases from all over the US, would go
TDY (temporary duty assignment) for three months or
more at a time, planes and all.
Airman like myself didn't have a lot of money, as we
were only making around $70 or $90 dollars a month. So
we would hang around the base where we might meet a
wife whose officer hubby was gone for three months,
strike up a conversation and arrange to meet off base.
The first time I hit on a wife was rather strange from
what the other airmen told me later. I was at the BX
and looking for a present to send my mother for her
birthday. After purchasing a gift I could afford and
one I knew my mother would enjoy, I walked out of the
BX and headed for the snack bar in the recreational
complex.
I turned the corner at the complex and walked right
into a red head that was slightly over weight. She
started to fall and I grabbed at her, catching her
blouse which pulled out from her skirt where it had
been tucked. That would not have been a problem, but I
didn't let go immediately and the buttons pulled off
and exposed her white bra. I attempted to apologize
but my words were so stupid, even if I was twenty-two
years of age.
Finally I was able to express my apology and looking at
the woman I noticed she was starring at me and not
closing her blouse. Thank gawd no other person
happened to be near as this all went down. Then the
woman looked at me and smiled and told me, "Walk with
me to my car, so no one will notice me with my blouse
torn." Then she told me, If someone comes, you move so
I can stand behind you and keep any prying eyes from
seeing me like this.
At her car, she asked me if I would like a ride to my
barracks or where was I headed. I told what I'd been
doing and she said that was nice. Then we entered her
car and she drove to her house. As she was pulling
into the carport of her home, I knew this was officer
housing, and ranking officer housing.
"Get down on the floor, and stay there until I return,
as I'm going to put on another blouse," okay, Steph?
When she returned she got in the car and she had put on
a pair of white shorts that were so tight you could
view the indention in the center of her crotch. The
top she had put on was similar to a t-shirt and it was
certain she wasn't wearing a bra. "Stay down until I
get off base." Then she asked herself, "How do I get
past the AP at the base gate?"
"How about you pull over near the park at the base
entrance and I will climb in the trunk?"
That is how we made it off base without anyone seeing
the LC's wife with some young airman that wasn't her
husband. Leaving the base, she drove to the rear of a
filing station a short ways from the base and let me
out of the trunk. Then she drove the opposite
direction from the nearby town and headed for I didn't
know where.
"When do you need to be back on base, Steph," Marge
asked me?
"Being as how it is Friday, not until eight o'clock
Monday morning when I have to report to my duty section
in cost accounting in Civil Engineering," I informed
her.
"Great, so what say we head towards nowhere and find a
motel that doesn't ask questions," Marge stated.
Marge drove for over an hour and pulled into a large
motel and when we drove to the office, she handed me
fifty dollars and told me to book us a room for two
nights and if I needed more money let her know. When I
showed my military ID, the clerk gave me a special rate
and it came to just over forty bucks.
After going to our room, we spoke for a while and then
she suggested we go to the motel bar and have a drink.
This was more than a great way to start the weekend,
but it was my first time to get into the Visiting Horny
Wives Club, as we airmen called the fucking of the
married women cheating on their husbands were deployed
to Southeast Asia, Guam or Okinawa SAC bases.
For over three hours we enjoyed talking about all types
of things and then the band started. We danced until
midnight and then headed to our room. Man I hadn't had
sex for over two months and I was ready for this
slightly heavy woman.
Marge turned out to be forty-three, and I judged her to
be around 5'-4" and about 145 pounds. She told me she
was a mother of a boy and two girls, all three who were
in college.
At first she denied her husband was an LC, but when I
told her I had seen his name and rank on their base
housing door, she admitted it was true and almost
pleaded with me not to tell anyone about our being
together.
"Steph, you might not believe me, but this is the very
first time I have ever cheated on my husband, other
woman at the OC talk about going out on their husbands.
Until tonight I had resisted doing so."
In our room, Marge became aggressive and pulled me into
her arms and started kissing me like crazy. Marge knew
more about French kissing than any woman I have ever
know. Her tongue tried to reach down the back of my
throat as she licked the inside of my mouth. Then she
told me about finding a photo of her husband and some
damn bitch with slanted eyes in one of his flight suits
he had left behind. It had lipstick marks on it and
the girl had pulled her skirt up and was showing her
pussy.
Then I started removing Marge's clothing, one article
at a time and that was a total of four articles. A
top, a pair of shorts and two shoes. That was all she
had on, period.
I undressed quickly and then carried her to the bed.
Marge had a waist line that was a little to big for my
taste but her body was in great shape. Her breast were
36D she told me, and looking between her legs, I saw
the thickest crop of pubic hair I had ever uncovered.
Her pubes were red and almost the same dark color as
the red hair on her head.
"Eat my pussy, please Steph, it has been so long since
I've been eaten."
Looking at her, I had to ask, "How long since you've
had your pussy licked Marge, and tell me the truth."
Marge hesitated, then answered me, "Over two years, but
don't talk now, just eat me out, please now!"
The hair guarding Marge's pussy covered from just below
her belly button and down about three inches on her
legs below her pussy. It was thick and long and when I
caught some between my thumb and fingers, I pulled it
out and it reached at least four and possibly five
inches in length.
When I commenced eating Marge, she screamed out within
two minutes, "Oh my God Steph, eat me harder, I'm
CUMMING! Oh it is so good and it has been so LONG!"
I continued eating Marge's pussy and she went off
again. This time when she came she actual shot pee
from her pussy. The salty yellowish fluid splashed
inside my mouth at first and then I continued licking
her pussy as she urinated for at least a minute.
When I rose from between her legs, my face and hair was
drenched in her urine. Marge commenced crying and told
me, "I never did that before and I'm sorry, but you got
me so excited and I've never gone off as quickly as I
just did with you. In fact Steph, I haven't climaxed
with my husband in over five years, and I fake it when
we have sex."
Then I moved up over her and slid my cock into her
pussy, She yelled out, "Easy, be easy Steph, not so
deep and hard." Then I commenced fucking Marge as hard
as I could. She constantly cried out it was hurting
her but not to stop. She begged me finally, "Step fuck
me, fuck me hard! Yeah harder! Oh yes, like that only
harder."
Then I pulled Marge's legs upon my shoulders and fucked
her harder than I had ever put my cock too, Her body
shook from the pounding I was giving her pussy and I
finally shot my cum up into her tight pussy. Marge had
a way of working her pussy and it gripped me as I moved
in and out of her slit.
After going off, Marge moved down and started sucking
on my cock. That night we fucked three times before
going to sleep. The next morning Marge sucked me off
and swallowed my cum without stopping her sucking until
I was finished letting my cum go down her throat.
Saturday we drove around the area and then stopped at a
store and she bought both of us some clothing to wear
for the next two days.
Sunday morning we woke up and I was hard as a steel
rod. My cock was ready and when I shoved up into her
pussy, she went off almost immediately. I moved her
onto her hands and knees and getting behind her, she
assumed I was going to take her doggie style like I had
last night. Instead I put my cock against her ass hole
and started working it up her butt.
"Step, it can take care of itself, don't put it up
there, I've never done that," Marge told me. Thinking
to myself, you are about to get something that you will
want often in the future or never want again.
Then my cock head slipped into the edge of her ass.
"No - oh no, take it out Steph, it burns, augh for
gawds sake, take it out - no more," Marge cried out the
total time I fucked her ass.
By the time I got back to the base and changed clothes
to report for duty, I was fucked out.
Marge and I got it on the remainder of the two years I
served on the base. She fixed me up with four other
wives and I enjoyed my new found calling. The one
woman was older, around fifty or fifty-three, and she
wanted me to eat her pussy for hours at a time. I only
fucked her three times in the nearly twenty times we
were together. One day I was in a military formation
at the OC, when I spotted the lady with the being eaten
out fetish.
I about fell over when they introduced the lady I'd
eaten out so many times in out twenty some get
togethers. When they said she was the wing commanders
wife, my eyes squeezed shut and I could feel my balls
shrinking from the fear that the wing commander would
have my nuts cut off with a dull knife.
After the formation and during the social time, I was
allowed to enjoy a cocktail. Laura walked up to me and
said, "No you know who I am, and I think you should
move from Airman First to Tech, don't you?"
My promotion came through and I was shipped to another
base overseas. After three months, Laura called me and
invited me to dinner with she and her husband, now a
one star. Over dinner the general advised me that he
know the relationship between his wife and myself,
otherwise why did I think I was promoted and skipped a
rank?
That night I enjoyed eating Laura and then I was
introduced to the art of sucking cock. That I made E9
in under sixteen years is another part of being an aide
to a three star.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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