Thank you to the members of the armed forces, past and present. I have never served, but have always respected and admired those who have and do. The military aspects of this story might be all wrong. If so, I apologize. If you can excuse those mistakes, you might find this an enjoyable read.
Thank you Blackrandl1958. There is a reason you are the absolute best.
I've dreamed of this very moment
...When I can tell the love of my life to fuck me.
They were right. Liz was there and dancing with a man. Dancing was a relative term. Her arms were around his neck and his hands were on her ass. He said something to her and her head fell back. Her long hair hanging down. It was obvious she was drunk.
I went to them and took her arms from around his neck and started to pull her away.
"Hey, dude. What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Her dance partner asked.
"She's my wife and I'm taking her home," I said.
Any resistance he wanted to put up, died immediately. "She's all yours," he said. "She's never a good fuck when she's drunk anyway."
"How about when she's sober?" I asked him as I picked her up to carry her out.
"Oh, then she's great. Ask anybody. We all think she's one of the best."
Someone opened the door for me, and I carried her to my pickup and dumped her in the passenger seat. It took only a few minutes to get her to her parents' house where they watched as I unceremoniously dumped her on her bed. She was out like a light. Hell, she was probably out when she was on the dance floor having her ass fondled. I didn't say a word as I walked out.
Ruth was my older sister. She was one of my two sisters. The other was Esther, Esther Jacobs. I also have two brothers. Matthew and Luke Reynolds. My name is Mark Reynolds. Our parents were life-long Southern Baptists, so we five children were all baptized in Citico Creek, in Vonore, Tennessee, and grew up going to church every Wednesday evening and all morning on Sunday. We never had a TV, but we did have a radio; which was only allowed to play gospel music on Sunday. Of course, when we were away from our parents, or they were away from us, all of the hidden devices came out and we became normal kids. We were all positive we kept them well out of sight of Mom and Dad, but I'm sure they knew about them.
Our parents learned to read so they could read the bible, and that's the only thing they ever read. We grew up dirt poor. All five of us children knew early on that we didn't want the same lifestyle as our parents.
As each of us graduated from high school, we couldn't wait to leave Vonore. Ruth and Matthew made it to Nashville. Esther and Luke only made it as far as Madisonville. None of them went to college. Ruth always had a knack for cooking and started working as an assistant cook in a diner. Matthew went to truck driving school where he fell in a pile of dung and came up smelling like a rose. One of his instructors took him under his wing, and when he graduated that instructor got him a job driving for one of Nashville's mega-stars. Those jobs are worth their weight in gold and normally only senior, well-connected, experienced drivers get them, but his instructor had an "in." Matthew turned out to be a much better than average truck driver, and he had a personality to go with it.
I was a bit different. After high school, I went to Vanderbilt University on a four-year Army ROTC Scholarship. Upon graduation, I was commissioned a Second Lieutenant.
My first assignment after Officer Basic Course, was to Headquarters, 8
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Army, in Korea. I was there for 13 months before coming home for a thirty-day leave and reporting to my next assignment at Fort Campbell, Kentucky. I spent a few days with my parents before going to Nashville to visit Ruth. Our brother Matthew was on tour someplace. He drove one of the several trucks the star's show equipment was in. Lights, rigging, all the stuff that goes into putting on a bigtime Nashville show, was in the trucks.
Ruth had a small apartment, and I slept on her sofa. She was dating a man she met at a cooking class she was taking at the local Community College. His name was Gerald Thompson. Gerald had a sister named Elizabeth, but everybody called her Liz. The four of us went to dinner one night. Then, Liz and I went by ourselves. Then we went again.
By the time my leave was up, Liz and I were pretty much in a relationship.
Fort Campbell was only an hour or so from Nashville, so I spent a lot of time there and Liz spent lots of time at Campbell. She loved sex. Any way, shape, or form except anal. I wasn't a fan of that, either, so it was no big deal. We had sex on our fourth date and never slowed down. Eighteen months after we met, we were married. Liz was a native of Nashville and had never lived anywhere else. Her father was a urologist and her mother was a stay-at-home mom.
Liz and I completed our three-year tour at Campbell before being sent to Germany. Germany was a huge culture shock for both of us. Liz got involved in the Newcomers' Club and the Officer's Wives' club. She learned to play bridge and played with other wives, weekly. We also joined a travel club. Once a month, we went someplace different: Italy, Switzerland, Spain, and on and on. The last few months of our three-year tour, she started to really enjoy European wine. I grew up in a non-drinking household and never acquired a taste for alcohol, in general.
Our next assignment was right back to Fort Campbell, which made both of us happy. We moved into government quarters and were happy for about six months. That was when Liz started spending a lot of time in Nashville. We would go for the weekend and she would want to stay an extra day or so. That became an extra three days. At the end of a year, she was basically living with her parents. I would go there on weekends. My only indication of trouble was when I went to her parents' house one Friday and Liz wasn't there. They had no idea where she was. I had gotten off early so arrived right after lunch. Her mother made the excuse that they didn't expect me quite so early. I started to take my overnight bag into Liz's room, but her mother tried to stop me.
"Give me a chance to straighten up, first," she said.
"It's okay," I said. The room was a mess. Dirty clothes were all over the place. I thought it odd that the bed was covered with dirty clothes, but it was obvious it was made and hadn't been slept in. With the amount of dirty clothes piled on, it was obvious it hadn't been slept in for at least a couple of nights. Her mother tried to pick up some dirty clothes and I saw her kick some panties under the bed. I managed to get her out of the room saying that I had to use the bathroom. When she left, I took the panties from under the bed. There were two other pairs under there, and I took them as well. One pair had all the indications of semen in them. I sat on the bed and looked at them. I wanted to smell them to see if it smelled like semen, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
I took them to the living room. Her mother was on the phone, but hung up as soon as she saw me. I held the panties up. "How long has she been sleeping with other men?" I asked.
"I think that's something you'll have to discuss with her." Said her mother.
I went back in the bedroom, picked up my overnight bag, stuffed the panties in a side pocket and started out the door
"Are you coming back?" her mother asked.
I didn't answer as I headed straight for Ruth's house. She and Liz's brother stopped dating a couple of years earlier, but stayed friends. Since then, Ruth had met and married a music store owner named Eric Windham. Liz and I had come back to the States for their wedding.
I called Ruth on my way to her house and she told me where she had a key hidden. She was busy, so we couldn't talk. She did manage to tell me that she wouldn't get off work until midnight because she had to close the restaurant that night.
At her house, I tried to call Liz, but no answer, so I left a message. "This is your husband. You know, the only man you are supposed to sleep with. I would like to hear your explanation as to why that is no longer true. I would also like to know exactly how many others there have been and why."
Eric came home around seven, and I filled him in. Ruth called a little after eight. She told me that she had just received a phone call from her ex-boyfriend, Liz's brother. He, in turn, had just heard from a friend of his that Liz was drunk and flirting with a couple of men at the Count of Monte Music bar. He was on his way over to get her and take her home. Ruth told him to not bother. I was there and would take care of it.
When I dumped her on her bed, both of her parents were there. Her mother started berating me, saying that whatever Liz had done, it was my fault because I took her to Germany where she learned to drink and do all sorts of vile and evil things.
I looked at both of them, walked out and headed back to Ruth's house. Eric and I talked until Ruth got home, then we stayed up and the three of us talked until after three. I slept on their sofa again. I awakened at seven, brewed myself a cup of coffee and sat on their front porch, steeling myself for talking with Liz.
Both Ruth and Eric joined me at nine. We talked for another hour or so. They were interested in what I was going to do, and I told them I had no idea.
It was after ten the next day when I rang my in-laws' doorbell. Liz's father opened the door and stepped aside for me to enter. Liz was sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee.
