The Major’s Wife

After I retired, I moved to a resort town near a large military base. A lifelong bachelor, I enjoyed the good life, and always had a good time. Although I was 60 years old, my weight was still about 180, distributed nicely on my 6′ 1″ frame.

Shortly after I moved to my neighborhood, a new family moved in. It was a military family, a major Jake, and his wife Bev and their two children Amos and Baxter. The boys were just toddlers, Amos about 16 months, and Baxter almost four years old.

I invited the family over to my pool and soon we became good friends, especially Jake and I. Jake was a good-looking guy, dark hair like mine had been before the gray set in, and tall. Bev, as Jake had told me on more than one occasion had been a petite girl, but after the births of the two boys she had let herself go and was now overweight. She was about 4’10 inches tall, but weighed about 150 pounds. I will have to admit, 40 of those were in tits, as she had a nice pair.

Sometimes after Bev and the boys went home from swimming, Jake would tell me the only reason he stayed with Bev was that he wanted more children by her because she was smart, and had once been a beautiful girl. He confided that he was fucking a couple of women on the base when their enlisted husbands deployed and they were lonely.

In fact, I soon learned that I did not really like Jake too much because he just took it for granted that everybody would do his bidding. I really was glad when he was deployed for a six-month tour to an isolated part of the world.

The day prior to his deployment, he came over and asked if I would watch over the boys and Bev and that he looked upon me as a father figure to both he and Bev. I told him I would. He then said “well, old man, I’ve got to go home and try to knock Bev up again. It is close to her fertile time, and I’m hoping to get another boy.