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It's Not Her Fault
by Maplevalley8 (address withheld)
***
A military husband pawns off his wife on an
acquaintance at a military dance so he can brown nose
his superiors. But alcohol, dancing and lust is an
explosive combination. The friend feels no guilt for
what is about to happen to this young wife. But after
all, its not his fault; it's the husband that threw her
to the wolves. (MF, wife, military, cheat, alcohol)
***
This story is true. It happened to me fifteen years
ago. I'm retired military - Army - 18.5 years. And yes,
early outs are possible when you have relatives in high
places. Sperling is not her real last name. I changed
it to protect us both. M****, you know her last name.
Readers, I still maintain contact with Susan's family,
but now only through her mother. You'll understand when
part 3 is written. This is one of those stories that is
so odd you just know it has to be true.
***
It was about four in the afternoon when the team landed
in Osan Air Base, South Korea. If all goes as planned,
the team will be taken by truck to Seoul. We will stay
in Seoul a couple of days, and depending on how things
develop, either the following day or the day after, we
will travel north under the cover of darkness.
After a brief stop at Camp Red Cloud, we will travel on
to Camp Casey. About three in the morning we will leave
Casey and not be heard from again until the mission is
accomplished. And for this particular mission it could
be anywhere from 21 to 35 days. If all goes well, we
will return to Seoul, from there on to Tokyo, then
Hickam Air Force Base, Oahu, Hawaii.
I love the down time in Hawaii; it's such a romantic
place. The weather is always fantastic, the people are
so laid back, and with four key military bases there
(Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines), it's easy to find a
military wife willing to share her charms.
Military wives are not known for their chastity and
honestly, that probably includes mine too. Deployment
is difficult for some wives, but for others it's just a
free time to get some strange. Anyway, from Hawaii it's
back to the mainland to get between momma's or
somebody's legs or both.
There is little fanfare when the C-130 touches down at
Osan. What surprises me is that I am greeted by Lt.
Sterling. I met Sterling and his wife, Susan, at Fort
Bragg a couple of years earlier. Sterling is about my
size 6'1', 185, red hair, though not so red as to be
called, "carrot top."
Sterling was the typical hard-nosed, gung-ho Ranger
and proud of it. Unfortunately his hard-driving
attitude included his wife. Our military paths
separated after Bragg, which was probably good.
All my life I've struggled in my attempts to maintain
the status quo to be 'one of the boys' and play by
the rules. For as far back as I can remember I've
always been one to color outside the lines, to test the
limit of things, to push everyone's buttons. I've
always been one to live on the edge. It's been risky,
but exciting. Rules just drive me crazy. This kind of
personality has served me well in my area of the
military.
Our team hadn't been near a barbershop in nearly a
month and we hadn't shaved in over a week. It's hard
to know what Sterling really thought of the group, but
because of his position, he knew who and what we were.
I learned later that he was the one that told his wife
my team was coming to Korea on a mission.
I normally wouldn't have given Sterling much thought
but seeing him again brought to memory our initial
meeting. It was at a dance at Bragg. And it wasn't him
that I particularly remembered, but his wife, Susan.
Susan was a 5' 7'' beauty that made you glad you were a
man. Sterling had been too busy for her at the dance.
He needed to "network" with the 'good-ole-boy-club', at
least that's my conclusion, so he asked if I would see
that Susan's dance card was filled. Oh, indeed I would.
There were some other areas on her that I wouldn't mind
filling too. Looking back I'm struck by the irony of
the whole occasion. He's working the crowd and kissing
brass ass, and I'm dancing with his wife trying to get
my lips on her ass, literally.
We had a wonderful time but what occurred between Susan
and I during the evening was a combination of chemistry
and lust and alcohol. Things are bound to happen after
three hours of drinking and rubbing against each other.
After a while there was no pretense, no denying my
erection and no denying her grinding into it. Susan
stole my heart and I tried every way possible to make
sure she knew it. An opportunity to make love with a
woman like her doesn't come along very often.
Both of us had been hitting the bar pretty good, so
when the three of us, arm in arm, posed for pictures
later in the evening, she took my hand and slid it down
on her ass. Now I had my hands all over her ass all
evening, but clearly she was hurt and angry at how she
had been treated, so she pushed my hand down, not on
her upper cheek, but down low where I could cup her
ass. It was hot and I ended up being branded, not on
the hand, but on the heart.
Over the years I've learned some things about women
that have served me well, but none are as important as
this: A woman will take a lot of things from a man, but
she will not be taken for granted! When Susan pushed my
hand down on her ass while her husband was standing
there with us, I knew that he hadn't learned that yet,
and from all indications, he never would. As the three
of us stood there posing, he kept smiling, I kept
rubbing, and she kept asking for more pictures to be
taken.
I didn't know whether she had been unfaithful to him
yet, but by the way he treated her, I knew it was just
a matter of time. She was going to give someone some
pussy, and I intended that someone to be me.
I wanted more than life itself to slip my arms around
her and tell her how absolutely lovely she was to
slowly kiss and lick every square inch of her body, but
it never happened. Schedules and transfers pulled us
apart. We exchanged phone numbers, wrote love letters
and tried to stay in contact as best as we could, but
that was too dangerous and over time the calls finally
ended. But not the way I felt about her. When all this
happened they had only been married for two years. Now,
another two years has passed.
All this ran through my mind in a split second. But
imagine my surprise when he told me Susan was visiting
him in Korea and that he had made arrangements for me
to bunk at their apartment that night so we could all
get acquainted again. I was numb well not totally
numb the little drum major in my pants broke out with
John Philip Sousa's "Stars and Strips Forever!"
I told him it wasn't necessary, that I would stay with
the guys, but he insisted I stay with them he said
Susan wouldn't have it any other way. My immediate
reaction was to wonder why he had decided to share
highly sensitive information. I know it wasn't the best
decision on my part, but the only thing that saved his
nuts from the grinder was I desperately wanted to see
his wife again. And a royal ass chewing would not help
set the mood.
It was not completely unusual for military wives to
visit their husbands for a week or two in places like
Korea or the Philippines, but I couldn't understand why
he didn't want to be alone with her? How long had she
been here? Why was she here? How soon would she return
to the U.S.?
I picked up my bag and we began to work our way through
the check in / check out process. And on a military
base, that doesn't take long. Rank truly does have its
privileges. Then, it was out to the parking lot.
There was a figure sitting in the front passenger seat
of the jeep. I strained my eyes hoping that it was
Susan - it was. As I approached she was smiling. I
couldn't help but return the smile. God help me, I felt
like a schoolboy again. Continuing to smile, I was
careful not to appear too enthusiastic even though I
was shouting on the inside.
"Hello, Captain, " she said with a big broad smile.
Her words sounded like they were dripping with honey.
They probably weren't, but that's the way I heard them.
But it was her eyes; they were pulling me to her, in
her. It's the feeling you get when making love and your
lover makes eye contact with you while slowly pulling
you up between her legs, yet never breaking eye
contact. You are thrilled to be between her legs, but
her eyes are pulling you into her heart and it's so
wonderful you just want to cry.
I softly replied, "Susan, I'll never ever want to be
anything more than just Rick to you."
Chuck grabbed my duffle, walked to the rear of the jeep
and proceeded to load it. The moment was awkward and
Susan sensed it, so she broke the ice by putting her
arms around my neck and giving me a big hug. Oh, to
have those breasts pressed against me again.
"It's so good to see you again. How have you been?
We've got a lot to catch up on," she said.
Chuck was still at the back of the jeep, so I turned us
where my back was toward him, let my hand slide down
her back and onto her ass, then I lovingly rubbed and
patted it several times.
"It's good to see you again too Susan...and yes, we do
have a lot to catch up on."
Before we broke the embrace, she whispered in my ear,
"You remember." I smiled and nodded.
Chuck opened the door on the driver's side, slid in and
said, "Honey, you ride in the back, I want to talk to
Rick about some things." I protested saying Susan
should ride up front with him, but she was already
getting into the back. He continued, "She doesn't
mind... it's not all that far anyway." For me that
wasn't the issue, but rather than argue and sound like
a couple of quarreling children, I let it pass.
That single insensitive act really pissed me off. It
appeared that Sterling hadn't changed. He was a prick
two years ago, and he was still a prick. I determined
right then that if I had a chance to fuck Susan, I
wouldn't hesitate. Sometimes you want to show a guy
some respect, but this was not going to be one of those
times, and he was not going to be one of those guys. I
intended to give her such royal fucking that the next
time she saw him she would throw rocks at him.
As it turned out, Susan took off her shoe and from the
back seat ran her foot up and down my right hip and
leg. So while we all talked, I dropped my right hand
down between the seat and the door and all the way to
Seoul I rubbed her foot and leg.
It had been ten days since I had been with a woman. By
the time we arrived in Seoul I was as hard as I've ever
been. I was hoping she had a wide-on that was just as
bad.
The last thing I remember Sterling saying as he turned
the jeep toward Seoul was, "I know a club where we can
get a few drinks and catch up on everything." So off we
went as the sun was setting
END
Author's note: This is a true story and is the first of
three parts. In part two Susan Sperling is impregnated,
and not by her husband. In part three the mother of
Susan Sperling gets involved. This happened fifteen
years ago but I remember it as if it were yesterday.
Liz, I love you and you already knew this. Lynn, you
know it too.
I have made every attempt to be careful with my grammar
and punctuation. If I have failed, sorry. Nothing
brings me any greater distress than to wade through
some of the stories that are submitted. Use the fuckin'
spell checker dick heads; that's what it's for!
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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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