Ch.04
Jack Green
The first I had heard of Captain Lee's parties was from Sergeant Jones when she had told me how Captain Lee had recommended that she come see me in regards to her sexual starvation. Every month or so there would be a get together at Captain Lee's house, usually a barbecue, and I had always thought nothing of it. I just assumed it was a party for officers and maybe a couple of the local NCOs on post. Sgt. Jones and the Captain had probably had a little too much to drink and the Captain had spilled the beans about our raucous fling in the warehouse. Captain Lee had mentioned her parties casually in the office every now and then and I had even run to the commissary a couple of times for her supplies when I had nothing else to do. I was a little surprised when Captain Lee invited me.
Not much of an invitation, really. She mentioned that she needed some help with the serving. Apparently, her husband was having some business partners over and had promised them a nice American style steak dinner. Her husband worked for a Korean accounting firm of some sort and he must have been tired of soju and tentacle dinners. She also said she would pay me for my time, which made the offer more interesting. She told me she would give me $50 and all the tips she could wrest out of the dinner guests. I was in.
I got there early on a Saturday afternoon and began helping the Captain set up the salads and drinks. Sgt. Jones was there too. She was mashing potatoes and cleaning off the corn on the cob to get it ready for boiling. The steak was in some sort of marinade the Captain had designed and all was working well as planned. I kind of enjoyed it because we were all hanging out in civilian clothes and for the most part, leaving our military bearing behind. I had been told to dress casual, but not too casual so I had put on a pair of nice jeans and a button up shirt. I had my dress shoes on instead of my usual high top Nikes. Captain Lee had on a pair of black pleated slacks that showed off her hips and that round little ass that fit so perfectly on her small frame, heels and a white blouse. The heels did wonderful things for her ass as well and gave her a little more height. Her blouse was the perfect choice. Not only did it show off her tiny waist, but also it made the most of her well sculpted B sized breasts and shimmered a little when they moved. I had to make myself stop looking at them. I'm sure she noticed.
The Sarge was not to be outdone either She had worn a pink dress that fit loosely over her stocky, but voluptuously curved form. It hugged her generous ass in all the right places and though it was cut at the knees, there was a slit up the side that showed just enough of her tanned legs as she walked. Naturally, her D sized breasts were a little too much for the top and she had to pull it up to keep from falling out. Every time she did, I started to get light headed. She would pull and her breasts would jiggle just a little and I would remember how they had felt so smooth and firm in my hand while I tasted her hard little nipples with my tongue.
My hard-on got killed as soon as the guests arrived. As it would turn out, the husbands of both women were present. Jones' husband was just there to hang out in the kitchen with us and talk. The Captain's husband was in the dining room seating his friends. There was no escape. I just stayed quiet and did what I was told, trying not to think about the fact that I was in a house with the two women I had slept with and the two men they were married to. You can rationalize infidelity any way you want but your perspective really changes when you're all in the same room together, looking at each other and trying to think of something to say. I should have known something was up when the Captain took me into the dining room to introduce me to the dinner guests.
"This is Jack," The Captain offered and I shook hands with both her husband and the Koreans who had arrived with him. I bowed to the Korean men as I shook their right hand with both of mine, as is their custom. They seemed to like that and bowed in turn. "He will be serving this evening. We are having the traditional American dinner today, Steak with mashed potatoes, corn on the cob and salad. I'm Jennie and I'll be cooking so if you have a preference, let me know."
It was Jack and Jennie. Just like in the warehouse. Why did everything she says have to remind me of how good it felt to be inside her? Of course, introducing ourselves at a party as Captain Lee and her Old Reliable Specialist Green would be kind of silly.
Soon all of my frustration was drowned out by work. I was hopping, making up plates of food and hauling them out to the guests who thought our cooking was the wildest thing ever. On the Korean economy, you pay a lot for a western style meal and more often than not it isn't even close to right. I guess you could say the same about getting Korean food in the States. Word had gotten out that I was from Texas and soon I was answering a barrage of questions about what it's like to live in the Lone Star State, cowboys, horses, beef and firearms. No matter where you go in the world, people for some reason, think that Texas hasn't changed since the 1850s. If you went to the right parts of Texas, they wouldn't be entirely wrong.
I was so busy with first the cooking and then the cleanup that I didn't even realize it when all the guests had left and that I was alone in the kitchen. I was washing some dishes and tossing back some Chianti when I noticed the music emanating through the house. It was Miles Davis wailing away on his horn, Birth of the Cool. Hmm. Jennie has taste, I thought. I had figured she would go for some elevator sounding crap like Kenny G, but Miles...Hey! If you are going to do jazz, do it right! I washed a few more dishes, jammed out to some more Miles and downed a little more Chianti and it finally dawned on me.
"Where is everybody?" I thought out loud.
I looked out the back door, no one there. I walked out into the living room and still there was nobody in sight, just an empty table and chairs. I checked outside and there were no cars, except for Captain Lee's Volvo. I followed the music and it led to Captain Lee's bedroom. I didn't even make it to the end of the hall before I heard the moaning.
The door was wide open and the sight of the Captain and Sgt. Jones floored me, both stripped completely naked and kneeling on a queen sized bed. Sgt. Jones, aka Tammy's back was to me and her legs were open. Here luscious ass bounced ever so slightly as her body rocked back and forth. She was holding on to Jennie, who was working between her legs with a small, humming vibrator. Tammy shuddered and I could tell by the wetness on her thighs, it wasn't the first time. I knew that wetness and I wanted it for myself.
Jennie saw me over Tammy's tanned shoulders and smiled a wicked smile.
"Do you like that, Tammy?" she said out loud.
"Yes!" Tammy whined in a whisper of pure ecstasy, "Fuck me some more, Jennie. Please, keep fucking me!"
"OK," Jennie smirked in my direction. "Spread you legs wider."
Tammy's muscular, thick thighs came apart a little more and I could see clearly the wand penetrating her small, soaked folds, in and out. They were still bare shaven and I could remember their smoothness against my lips and tongue from before. Jennie sunk it in deeper and faster and winked at me as Tammy came again.
