("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 34