The Staff Sergeant’s Wife

I had just completed three and a half years of service in the United States Marine Corps, mostly in Japan and Vietnam, and for the remainder of my four year tour the Corps decided to station me in what I felt was the armpit of California; Bar-fucking-stow. Although right now Barstow is probably a fairly nice little city, back then it sucked, and not in a good way. The town’s hot spot was a bowling alley and the biggest news was that a Taco Bell was opening. Me? My name is Jonathan and at twenty-one years of age, I was a lean, mean, fighting machine. I didn’t cut an especially imposing figure being only 5’9” and 172 pounds, but it was all muscle and I had earned my black belt in Karate while in Japan.

When I arrived at the base I was informed that since I had so little time left, they would simply make me a Gate Guard. Not really bad duty, just stand there, eyeballing ID cards, waving cars through the gate, and raising or lowering the flag morning and night. Not a lot of stress or responsibility.

My second night at the base, just after my first day as a front gate guard, the duty sergeant came to be and told me that I had a phone call. WTF. Only about a half dozen family and friends even knew where I was stationed and none of them knew the phone number. Hell, I didn’t even know the phone number. When I answered I heard a delightful feminine voice with a slight accent ask me “Are you the guy that was on guard duty, at Gate 1, between four and six?” I said I was and she asked “Did you see my husband leave the base?” I told her I was new on the base and didn’t know who he was. After a little back and forth, she then asked “Could you come up to my house and look at some pictures? Perhaps you would then recognize him?” I thought to myself that this was bullshit and that someone was playing a prank on the new guy. I turned to the duty sergeant, explained what was going on and asked what I should do. He explained that he had seen her on the base in the exchange; her name was Ricci, she was a beautiful, from the Philippines and if he had been invited, he would go. I then got her address in base housing and she asked me to sneak in the back door so the neighbors wouldn’t see. I hesitated for a minute or two, because, she was the wife of a higher ranking NonCom, it was on-base housing, and I would, hopefully, be participating in adultery. Any one of these could lead to a court martial. But then again, it was pussy, Asian pussy, so what the hell. You make a lot of bad decisions when you are young, dumb, and full of cum.

I hitched a ride on one of our roving patrol vehicles, spotted the house, got out a block down, reconnoitered the area, and circled around to the back door. She answered the door while speaking on the wall phone and waved me to a couch. She was speaking Tagalog, was about 5’6”, trim, shoulder length black hair, probably a ‘B’ cup size, and wearing a red knit shirt and short denim skirt. All in all, she was a very attractive package. I sat on one side of the couch, laid my right arm across the back and watched her walk and talk for about fifteen minutes while wondering what the hell am I doing here and how much trouble was I going to get in? She finished her conversation, came over and sat close to me, kind of leaning in, I reflexively dropped my arm upon her shoulders and she took her right leg, swung it over and straddled me. With her arms wrapped around my neck, she gave me our first kiss with an open mouth and extremely aggressive tongue action. To say I was pleasantly surprised would be an understatement seeing as how we hadn’t formally introduced ourselves yet, but being a young man, I figured I would just go with the flow. I quickly reached down between our bodies and found that she was wearing no panties. Her lips were already wet and rubbing juice on my jeans and I quickly slipped two fingers into her box. She moaned grinding her hips against my hands trying to get as much of my fingers into her as possible. Knowing that they weren’t going to grow any longer, I did her a favor and added a third finger. She went wild, gyrating like crazy, rising up and down, giving me a chance to fully pump my fingers in and out. Her lips never broke the seal against mine and her tongue never stopped moving. She finally broke the kiss, looked at me and said “Fuck me now.”

Not being one to argue with a lady, I laid her down on the couch, and started taking off my pants. She said “Don’t take them off, just pull them down.