Prologue

She was a light skinned Latina, too modest to realize how good looking and sexy she was. Tall, long wavy brown hair with killer blue eyes and a smile whose lips could do more than most realized. Thick but in a lean muscular kinda way and it was easy to tell she enjoyed our gym time and seeing her own progress. Before we had met some would call her ‘promiscuous’ but I always looked at it like she just wanted to have some fun and wasn’t shy to do so. Judging others for their past wasn’t something I liked to do and I wasn’t going to start with her. One of the things that drew us to each other was our taste for the same music, metal, and she could definitely look the part when the time came. Typically on a work-day basis she was a very professional woman dressing appropriately for her job and most that looked at her while at work would have no idea her after-work activities. She had multiple tattoos and multiple piercings to match, not afraid to put on the fishnet stockings and torn pants with a band-tee whenever the time came to go to a live show.

We met while I was in the military, before I knew about her affinity for the men in uniform although I wasn’t complaining, and hit it off right from start. Before we knew it a couple years went by and we were married not long before the Army decided to send us to live in Italy…

…We have been in stationed in Italy for almost a year, the adjustments we had to make were inconsistent with some being slightly inconvenient like the changes to meal times and the lack of tips with the check; while other changes were a little more difficult like the change in language or, the more personal, lack of variables in our, or your, sex life. Back home before we left when the mood or the desire struck my wife and I had an understanding that as long as there was communication she was allowed to explore her desires and quench any thirsts she might have had. The need I felt to know she was happy, that she was enjoying herself, being…pleasured…was all I needed to get pleasure out of it myself. She didn’t say it outright, but I could tell she missed that kind of freedom and to be quite honest I missed her having that freedom as well. We tried to restart the ‘lifestyle’ abroad but it just didn’t seem to have the same ease as it did back in the ‘states’ and that lack of comfort was enough to ruin the proverbial mood. I was never the type to force her to do anything or pressure her into into it, the thought of her only doing it because I wanted to killed the mood for me and I got zero pleasure out of it. I NEEDED to know it was something she wanted to do, something she was craving so that when she satisfied, or attempted to satisfy, that thirst and she sent me the videos the expressions, the moans, the physical reactions and the stains left on the mattress, sofa or car seat were all real and not forced. Thats where my pleasure grew from. Her legitimate, genuine pleasure. But the right situation just never presented itself.

Before we had even met she had had a ’thing’ for military men. She had, on a couple of occasions, snuck into the barracks of one of the nearby bases and had her fun with a soldier more than once. So the thought of taking her to a place where the only English speaking people around us would be soldiers was definitely enticing on my end, knowing there would be that desire there and the inability to satisfy it with them as it would cause a serious impact to my career. So I would use them as a tease for her with any opportunity I could, whether it was bringing her to the gym to enjoy any ‘eye-candy’, or letting her show off at our units’ events. Especially the military balls and gala events where she can show a little skin to turn some heads and dance as the alcohol flows and lowers inhibitions.

We both knew that our time there would only be a few years at the most and we were nearing the end as my retirement window approached and our time in the military was drawing to a close. As the retirement grew closer my ‘give-a-fuck’ for following military regulations and ‘doing the right thing’ started to fade away. She could pick up on it and she understood why after over 20 years of following every rule and every standard, to be honest she was happy I was starting to slip. My rigidity for rules and norms could get pretty old so I was glad to loosen up a bit for her too. We have always been open about our own fantasies sharing them as foreplay as I would build her up with my fingers or mouth while going back and forth about a fantasy of hers and how it would play out. And for those fantasies that I could make happen I did make happen, my desire to please her drove me to places I have never been before. But those have always been openly communicated and planned for. I guess she just thought it was time to take matters into her own hands for a change and cross off a pretty big item from her fantasy bucket list…