Myra
This is the small tale of one hedonistic weekend that changed my life forever. I was the young wife of a junior officer in the Air Force stationed in an out-of-the way base in Michigan. While not a pilot, my husband was in change of the Air Traffic Control functions on this busy bomber base. I had spent my time being the perfect junior officer's wife... always above reproach in deportment and dress, attending social events and volunteering at the local hospital. We'd been married for a couple of years but still had no children. Our life was satisfying but still somewhat routine and boring by the summer of these events.
Three months ago, my husband had been sent on temporary duty to another base for some training and "career broadening" experience. This left me home alone with very little to do. Oh, the other junior officer wives kept in touch but there just weren't that many social events at which an unaccompanied woman was convenient. The fact that I was pretty with a good body didn't help. Men, even married men, had always flirted with me and few women were comfortable inviting me over.
Out of sheer desperation one Thursday, I decided to attend one of the squadron's evening softball games. I sat up in the stands amid the enlisted members of the squadron and their families, soon striking up a conversation with the wife of one of the noncommissioned officers I knew through my husband. He passed me a beer from the cooler at his feet and I could see his eyes roam over my breasts barely covered in the halter-top. His wife, Jo, didn't seem to mind his attention and we were soon chatting away like old school chums.
When the game drew to a close and the crowd dispersed to their cars, she invited me to join them at their house for a post-game get-together. With nothing else to do, I decided to see "how the other half lived" and followed them to their quarters.
My first thought about their quarters was its size; even though they had three kids, their house was smaller than ours - a three bedroom with the two girls sharing a room. Their furniture was obviously worn but the entire house was clean and neat. The kids had been sent off to get ready for bed while the adults gathered in the basement "recreation room". Like all the quarters at the base, the basement was unfinished with exposed joists above, a bare concrete floor below, and the usual washer and dryer, plus furnace. They had draped off the underside of the stairs to create storage and home built shelves lined one wall, holding a variety of items like puzzles, games, and toys as well as books, tools, and other things. An old carpet covered the floor at the other end of the room, along with a mismatched collection of old chairs and a broken down sofa. A small stereo provided the background music and a hideous orange swag light provided the illumination. Jo saw my expression and laughed. "I know it isn't much, but it's comfortable!"
The other people there were all enlisted folks from the squadron or the neighborhood and I didn't know any of them. I spent the evening getting to know Jo and her husband, Will. They'd married in high school and their first child had been born shortly after graduation. He'd been in the service for eight years and this was their fourth duty station. As I listened to her talk, I thought about my husband's remarks about this NCO. "Will's a sharp one, knows his stuff. The Old Man (my husband always thought of the commanding officer that way) says Will's one to watch. If Will says something is fact, then you can bet on it." It was obvious that my husband respected and trusted this NCO. There had also been some casual remarks about the wife. "Rumor has it all's not well in that marriage. Seems she threatened him with divorce over this assignment and there's some scuttlebutt about her having an affair at their last base." Watching the two together, I didn't see any indication that there were any problems.
Eventually the gathering started to break up and folks headed off to their homes. I thanked Jo for a lovely time when Will told me to give him my keys. He wasn't going to let me drive home since I had been drinking. I then realized that he had not had anything alcoholic to drink all evening, so I consented to let him drive me there. "How will you get back?" I asked. He told me he planned to walk since it was only a few blocks. I halfway expected him to make a pass at me when he escorted me up to the door of my house, but he merely unlocked the front door and handed me the keys. He told me I was welcome back any time and that they had enjoyed my company. He then strode off into the night.
Late the next morning I was washing my breakfast dishes when the telephone rang. It was Jo inviting me over. Why not, I thought, so I told her I would be over in a bit. After grabbing a quick shower and dressing in shorts and a halter, I decided that I would not go over empty handed. I grabbed two bottles of Kahlua liqueur and some chips, then drove back over to their house.
Will was at work when I arrived and the kids were playing out in the park across the street. As she had the evening before, Jo gave me a quick hug and a kiss as I walked inside. That level of informality and casual contact was not something I was used to, but she was so open and friendly about it, it didn't bother me. She saw what I had brought with me and soon we were enjoying Kahlua and milk over ice. Jo resumed telling me the story of her life, including her big affair with her boss back in Georgia. She admitted they'd almost gotten a divorce over it, but things had sort of settled down after that. She'd asked if I'd heard any of the other stories about them. Jo told me that they had gotten into some pretty wild parties, with lots of drinking and some sex games. I told her that I had not heard a word and Jo said that was good because it was something that could ruin Will's career.
By the time Will drove up, Jo and I had finished one bottle of Kahlua and were feeling very mellow. The kids had asked (begged, really) if they could spend the night and some other child's house and Jo had consented. Even the little boy was going so there would be no kids underfoot that evening. Will said "Hi" as he passed through the room and we soon heard the sound of the shower upstairs. He soon came back down attired in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that suited his trim body. He grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator and then joined us in the sitting area. "What's up?" he asked.
After explaining that the kids were out for the night, Jo suggested we fix a platter of cheese, salami, and crackers and move down to the playroom where it was cooler. Once down there, we sat around talking and nibbling on the snacks. Watching him, I could see the play of his muscles under his shirt and was soon fantasizing what he'd look like without the shirt... or much else. My reverie was interrupted when Jo suggested we play a game, and Will said "How about twister?"
I am sure everyone has played twister at some time. It's a game of coordination and balance as you try to remain upright while touching hands and feet to colored circles on the mat. At the same time, your opponent is also trying to do the same while blocking you from reaching your colors. If that isn't hard enough, add in the consumption of lots of alcohol and it's a recipe for hilarity. My first match was against Jo and we soon found ourselves tangled together as we tried to reach our circles. Will sat watching us laughing as we tried to move around or under one another. I actually ended up with Jo's breasts mashed against my face at one point while she had one arm pressing firmly between my legs. She moved the arm farther back and knocked us both down. Will challenged Jo next and she found herself stretched under his body with her head next to his bare thigh. She winked at me and then bit the inside of his thigh. His yelp of surprise was followed by his collapse atop her, driving them both to the mat. "No biting!" he muttered as I took Jo's place.
I will admit that I enjoyed pressing against his hard body as we played. I even freely admit that I went out of my way to reach circles that increased the contact whenever possible. I knew my halter was gaping in the position I was in and I also knew that he was enjoying the show quite a bit; the bulge in his shorts left no doubt about that! Wickedly, I reached down for a circle by passing between his spread legs, making sure I "accidentally" brushed his erection. He moved to avoid the contact and fell over laughing. We moved back to the snacks and drinks (Will fixed us each a very stiff Kahlua and milk and got himself another beer).
