Nice Ass!

If you have ever been a one vehicle family, you know the joys of taking the hubby into work and if you are military, you get the added bonus of taking him lunch and dinner when he gets stuck pulling CQ. Good times. We hadn't been stationed here for very long when my hubby got that delightful 24 hour duty and I got stuck bringing him meals and praying to God that I could find my way to the fucking barracks without getting LLMF. But I made it to the company and I was even a little early.

Now back in those days, wives were NOT allowed in the barracks--ever. Some stupid whore wife had been banging two of the single guys while her husband was in Sinai and the boys had six months of video and pics to prove that she was just a cheating bitch, but when her husband came home, she cried rape and the Army sent those boys to jail for 5 years of hard labour. Stupid cunt. Anyway, the Rakks decided none of the boys were going to get fucked over that way ever again and that meant no wives in the barracks.

Tangent done. I just HATE cheating wives. . .

Anyway, I got there early, stuck my head in the door and hollered for T. He came outside, got his lunch, chatted for a few minutes, and then told me to go ahead and go home. He could hear the boys being released for lunch and needed to get back to the CQ desk. So I walked back to the car and went home. No problem.

I found out later that my appearance at work had caused rather a ruckus. I'm walking away as the boys are walking out when my hubby noticed a group of about ten guys all huddled around talking and laughing. He wandered over to discover John, who was the biggest man whore I have ever met but also one of the most fucking gorgeous men I have ever met, at the center of this knot. Husband asks what's going on and gets the response, "Holy shit, T. Do you see the ass on the girl? Man, I would tap that shit right now!" All the fingers are pointed at me.

Without batting an eyelash, my husband says, "That is a fine piece of ass. . .

God, I'm glad I married her."