This is a true story although I have changed the names to protect the guilty. I am not proud of cheating with the girlfriend of a brother in arms but in the end, no harm was done.
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I served as a Lieutenant in the Army in the late 1980s and early 1990s as an infantry officer at Fort Bragg. I lived with a fellow officer and friend in a two story apartment off base. My roommate Chris was an infantry officer as well and we had gone through Ranger and Jump school together. Chris' girlfriend, Martie, eventually followed him to Bragg after she lost her job as a sales rep and moved in with us. Martie living with us was supposed to be temporary and was a source of contention between me and Chris because she was not paying rent. I was dating my girlfriend and now wife Shell, who visited most weekends and Shell and Martie did not get along. Shell thought that Martie was taking advantage of the situation and also thought Marty was a little trashy. Shell would not admit it but she was probably a little upset about me having a female roommate whose boyfriend was gone for extended periods.
Chris and I were in different units and our deployment schedules were not the same. Chris went on a 6 month deployment about a year after we got to Bragg and I was left with Martie as my roommate. Martie knew my girlfriend did not like her and we did not interact much. I was busy and she would go out with her friends. We did not hang out together other than the occasional night when we were both home. I did find her attractive and Chris had told me she was great in the rack. Chris fucked her the first night he met her and before they got serious he would regale all his buddies with stories of their sexual exploits. Martie had a nice body from years as a competitive swimmer. She was just a few inches less than 6 feet tall and had nice breasts and a muscular lower body. Her best feature was her ass which was just about perfect. It always reminded me of a sprinter's butt which you don't see on many swimmers.
Unfortunately, her personality was a turn off and the only time I spent any time thinking about her sexually was when I would find her lingerie in our dryer. That occurred almost every time I did my laundry since she was a very poor housekeeper and I don't think she ever pulled her clothes out on her own.
About a month after Chris was deployed Martie went out with her friends and never came home that night. When she saw me the next day she made a big deal about telling me she had gotten drunk and stayed at one of her girlfriend's place. I found out a few days later from a buddy of mine that he knew the guy who she had hooked up with and he was claiming to have fucked her. It did not surprise me and I felt bad for Chris. I thought about telling him but figured it could wait until he got back. No need to make him miserable while deployed.
Martie sensed that I knew something about her cheating on Chris. I could tell by how nice she was to me and how talkative that she was hiding something. I did not say anything to Martie either but my attitude toward her changed. I really had no patience for her and I did not engage in much conversation other than to tell her to clean up her mess in the kitchen which was always a source of contention.
Things changed on Super Bowl Sunday. I had planned on having a few buddies over for the game and had set up a few gambling games. We were going to bet on everything from the coin flip, first score, half-time score, and pretty much everything else we could think of. None of us had to be on base until noon the following day so we were going to get drunk and watch another bad Super Bowl. Unfortunately, one of my buddies got a DUI the night before the game which is a real serious for an Army officer. Because of the DUI, we decided to scrap the Super Bowl party. I was bummed but resigned myself to watching the game alone and having a few beers.
Martie was with me and suggested we play the gambling games anyway. I told her it would be no fun since there was no money to wager and just the two of us playing. She suggested that we bet against each other and the loser has to do a Tequila shot. I had already had a few beers and so I went along with it. By the end of the first quarter both of us had drank several shots and by halftime I was pretty well hammered and so was Martie.
I suggested that we change the rules and the loser of each bet had the choice of doing another shot or doing whatever the other person wanted for a period of 5 minutes. I was not thinking sexual things but I did want to order her to get me another beer and fold her laundry. She agreed and I promptly won the first bet. She declined the shot and I put her to work. She got me a beer, cleaned up the empties and I made her call me 'Sir'. She won the next one and among other things made me do push ups and hand feed her chips and salsa. On my next win I made her give me a back massage which she did quite well. I actually started thinking evil thoughts as she sat on me and rubbed my back.
By now we were betting on stupid things like whether the next play would result in a first down. Martie lost another and I told her to get the clothes out of the dryer and fold them. I thought my clothes were in the dryer but she returned with her own. As she folded I decided to see how far I could push things. The tequila courage was flowing through me so when she picked up a pair of her panties I told her to put them on. To my disappointment she left the room to do it. When she came back I told her to prove she had complied and she pulled her jeans down slightly to show me the upper edge of her panties. I then went for the big hit knowing my time as master was running out. I told her to bring me her three sexiest outfits so I could choose which one she must wear.
