So, this began in 1982. I was in the Navy Reserve when I met a new Wave that Joined our detachment in Atlanta. She was a redhead. Long face with long hair that fell just over the shoulder. She was about 5'9" medium build, with nice hips and a B-cup breast. We were about the same age. She was an Air traffic Controller. She knew I was married but that didn't keep us from being friends and enjoying each other's companionship when we were drilling on the weekends.
At lunch one day she asked me if I was happily married to which I said yes. She responded with, "All the good guys are gone." During our drills in Jacksonville, we would go to the Honky Tonk bars where she would teach me to country dance. We were pretty good together. I would take her along to the cookouts we would have or we would hang out at the barracks.
This one night after evening meals, we went to my room at the barracks. I shared a room with another guy and he was out. She was lying on my bunk and I in a chair when she spotted my Hustler Magazine. She picked it up and started to thumb through it. She was stopping at the women's pictures and commenting on one thing or another about them. It never came up but I think she might have drunk from the pussy well. After reaching the back of the magazine she went back to the section that had stories that people had written about their exploits.