AIR FORCE LAWYER FINDS LOVE WITH HIS DAUGHTER-IN-LAW©
My name is John, and I grew up in the 60's in San Antonio, Texas. My dad was a very successful lawyer, and my mom was a legal assistant in his law firm. San Antonio is an Air Force town, just like Fayetteville, NC is an Army town and San Diego is a Navy town. I grew up with Air Force jets flying overhead, and I used to go to the Air Show every year to see the Thunderbirds. My friends and I used to talk about joining the Air Force after high school because it seemed like a cool thing to do.
Speaking of high school, I maintained a solid B average with at least one year being a straight A average. I could have probably had a straight A average all through the four years, but my friends and I screwed around a lot and skipped some homework assignments. My main concern was to never drop below a C average because that would mean I couldn't play sports. I was 6'1", 195 pounds, and I played middle linebacker on our state championship football team. I also wrestled during the off season. I usually hit the weight room every day after school, so I had a pretty good physique. I had a well-defined chest, six pack abs, and muscular neck, shoulders, arms and legs. I guess I looked OK, because I never had trouble getting into a girl's pants on a Friday night, especially the cheerleaders.
I guess it is hard for parents to have "the talk" with their kids about sex. My dad sat down with me when I was in high school, and his advice was short and sweet. He said, "For god's sake, make sure she's on the pill, or wear a condom. If you get some girl pregnant, it will ruin your life." End of lecture. I heeded his advice, and I always made sure my girlfriends were on the pill. I didn't like wearing condoms. I didn't have sex until I had turned 18, and I always made sure the girl was over 18. I didn't want to be charged with statutory rape, something else my lawyer father had taught me.
Anyway, graduation day came, and to my great disappointment, I didn't get any scholarship offers to any colleges, so I told my parents I was going to join the Air Force. They told me they didn't have anything against the military, but they said I should wait and go in as an officer. That required a four-year degree, so my parents said they would pay for my college if I promised to wait until I had a degree to join the Air Force. I agreed, and I went to the University of Texas. I graduated with a BS in Political Science.
After I graduated, I went to the Air Force recruiter and told him I wanted to join as an officer. He looked at my college transcripts and said I wouldn't have a problem entering the service as an officer. He asked me what specialty career field I wanted to pursue, and I told him I didn't have a clue. I hadn't really thought about it. I told him my dad was a lawyer and my mother was a legal assistant, so I asked if they had some sort of legal specialty I could enter. He thought about it for a minute and said, "I tell you what. If you join today, you will be sworn in and sent to Officer Training School. You will have to agree to serve for four years. I can make sure you will be assigned to a legal unit. We call it the Judge Advocate General Corps. If you're interested, the Air Force will send you to law school if you agree to serve for an additional six years. When you graduate, you will be promoted to Captain and you will serve as an Air Force lawyer. How does that sound?"
Wow, I thought it sounded great. I asked him if I could talk it over with my parents and come back the next day. He said that would be fine. When I got home, I discussed it with my parents, and they thought it was a great opportunity. I went back the next day, signed the papers, and later that day I was sworn in. I was told I would work in the JAG office until there was an opening at the Officer Training School. A week later, I was sent to the officer school followed by the JAG School, both located at Maxwell Air Force Base, Montgomery, Alabama. After I graduated from the officer course, I attended their basic legal course. The JAG School course was interesting, and I breezed through it, graduating at the top of my class. I was then sent back to Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, where I discovered I had passed my LSAT, and had been accepted to Law School at The University of Texas.
Law School was tough, but I didn't have too much trouble with the courses. There were plenty of opportunities for partying, but I avoided most of them. I really wanted to graduate in the top ten percent of my class. As it turned out, I graduated in the top two percent.
After graduating from Law School with a Juris Doctorate Degree, I was promoted to Captain, and sent back to San Antonio where I was stationed for the next three years.
During my second year at Lackland, I met the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was blond with blue eyes, stood about 5'7", and weighed about 125 pounds. Rebecca was from Virginia and had graduated from Georgetown Law. She was also a lawyer and was the same rank as me. Even in her uniform, she couldn't hide her perfectly rounded ass and her 36C cup breasts. I was the only single guy in our unit, so I didn't have any real competition, but she made it clear she was not interested in dating anyone. I pursued her for close to four months before she agreed to go on a date with me.
The Officer's Club served very good meals, but I decided to take her to dinner at the best restaurant in town. We had a very enjoyable meal, we laughed a lot, and we got to know each other. It turned out we had a lot in common. We shared a bottle of wine with dinner, and I convinced her to take me home with her afterward. I was still living in the BOQ, but she was renting an apartment in town. When we got to her place, we had another couple of glasses of wine, and then we started making out on her sofa. I finally got up the nerve to cup her breast. She responded by kissing me harder, twirling her tongue around mine, and moaning loudly. I took that as a good sign, so I suggested we move to the bedroom.
After dating her for another six months, I asked her to marry me, and she accepted. My parents wanted to throw us a big wedding, but we decided to get married in the chapel on base. We moved into her apartment. We had a great sex life. I had never met a woman who loved sex as much as she did. Never once did she say she was too tired, or she had a headache. If I wanted to have sex, she was always ready. A year after we were married, she gave birth to a baby boy.
Air Force life was good and over the next several years we were stationed in England and Germany. It was great to have the opportunity to travel. While stationed in England, we had the opportunity to visit Ireland and Scotland, and while in Germany, we visited the Netherlands, Belgium, Luxemburg, France, and Austria. We were also stationed in Washington, DC, Florida, Japan and Korea before being assigned to Nellis Air Force Base in Las Vegas, Nevada.
We sometimes were assigned temporary duty, called TDY, which meant we had to go to another Air Force base out of town for a few weeks. We almost never went together. Either I was told to go somewhere, or she was. We would usually fly on Air Force aircraft, but sometimes we had to fly commercial. One fateful day, my wife was sent TDY to Hickam Air Force Base in Hawaii, and she travelled on a commercial jet. The plane crashed into the Pacific and all the passengers were killed. Thanks to the U.S. Navy, most of the bodies were recovered, including my wife. At least we were able to give her a proper funeral.
Between my father and me, we put together a lawsuit against the airline company. My dad hired an investigator who obtained the maintenance records, and he found a maintenance worker who was near retirement and wasn't afraid to talk. We got him whistleblower status so the company couldn't fire him, and he was able to retire with his pension. Of course, he was also paid by us for his testimony. After he revealed the poor maintenance that was overlooked by the company, and the fact that they had a habit of using used parts instead of new ones, we settled with the company for more than 3 million dollars, and after taxes and expenses, I got a cash payment of 2.8 million. My father had started an investment account for me while I was in high school, and it was now worth over a million dollars, so I didn't have to work if I didn't want to, but I decided to stay in the Air Force. Like I said, it was a good life.
I bought a McMansion in Las Vegas that was a 6-bedroom, 5-bath, 3 car garage house on 2 ½ acres, with a beautiful pool. My son had joined the Air Force and was now an F-16 pilot. He had proposed to his girlfriend, Shannon, and I told them they could live with me after they were married since I had plenty of room. I slept in the Master bedroom, I used one bedroom for an office, and my son and his wife had their own bedroom, so that left three bedrooms free for when my parents visited. I spent a little over 20 years in the Air Force and retired as a Colonel. I had a nice pension and free medical care if I wanted to take advantage of it, so I was financially stable.
I dated a few women, but I soon discovered that when they found out I was wealthy, they tried very hard to get me to marry them. Of course, the sex was great. They would do absolutely anything I asked to try to win me over. I would fuck the shit out of them and let them suck me dry for a few months before moving on to another one. As much as I loved the sex, I got tired of playing the game, and I just stopped dating.
Nellis had a fitness center that would put any of the big-name civilian gyms to shame, and it was free. I continued to work out every day, so, at 44, I was still in great shape.
My son, Jerry, was sent to Iraq to fly combat missions. His wife continued to live with me. It was hard for me to look at Shannon. She could have been my wife's twin sister. She was blond with blue eyes, and very fit. She had a great personality and she always called me Pops. We got along great.
