"We're going to a bar on Veteran's Day?" Lynn asked, not upset, she had gone out with her best girlfriend and picked out a top and skirt set that she was dying to show off. It just wasn't what she expected. Jon was easily "peopled out" despite how much he seemed to enjoy when men or women flirted with her. Jon smiled and winked.
"It's one near the airport, remember I told you Ryan was coming?" Memory sparked in Lynn and she inhaled sharply. He had told her weeks ago and she had forgotten entirely. Ryan was another veteran that Jon had been deployed with. They had met in the south and Ryan had taken them to his favorite beach. He was a lanky, hyper-masculine man with a beard that Lynn had caught staring at her in pure lust more than once, though he seemed to not radiate the creepy, exploitative vibe that so many others who liked big girls did.
"He's got a deal going on up here, and I figured we could meet up, get some free drinks, and he can hang out when he's not working. We talked about this?" Jon said with an understanding smile. Lynn closed her eyes and shook her head.
"Yeah we did, I just forgot, so a plain outfit tonight?" She asked, not sure if she wanted to show off for the younger man who had obviously had a crush on her, or if she wanted to make sure he knew she belonged to Jon.
Jon seemed taken aback and shook his head. "Your clothes, your choice babe, but if I have a say, get as dolled up and sexy as you can!"
Lynn grinned impishly and bit her lip. "Well I can do that but you know how Ryan looked at me when we were at the beach..." She trailed off, still not sure if she wanted her husband to shut this down or continue the game.
"He's been alone for a while, and you look amazing in most things, he's going to look no matter what." Jon laughed. "You know I love it when men hit on you, as long as you belong to me at the end of the day, they can look all they want."
Lynn embraced her husband and kissed him deeply, until she gasped when one hand found her nipple while the other pulled the small of her back to him.
"Always yours!" She breathed, then her top was being pulled over her eyes like a blindfold and her husband was pushing her to the bed and sucking her nipples.
It got better from there.
****
Veteran's Day was special to both of them, Jon had been in for 20 years, right out of high school, and Lynn had stayed with him the entire time, they had invited more than one woman, and later, after BrJon, occasionally a man, to share their bed during those years, and Jon always fucked her mercilessly, and deliciously, after she had played with another. But she always remained his, and Jon always came back to her. But Lynn wasn't expecting much of that now. Though she had dressed like it. Her top was an almost scandalously low cut deep blue blouse, the edges of her red lace bra holding her 44DD breasts up invitingly. She had a loose black skirt on, starting at just above her left knee and needing just below the right. Her calf high boots had just enough platform and heel to give them a distinct "Fuck Me" look. Despite the deep red of her lipstick and nails she still looked more classy than slutty.
They got out of the Uber and walked to the agreed upon place. Although the sport's bar didn't seem bad, and their margarita's were actually VERY tasty, some of the men at the bar made Lynn uncomfortable. There were four of them, sizing her up like she was a side of meat, an empty pitcher of beer next to them, the one in front half full. They looked thickly strong, not the lean athletics of a soldier or fighter, sunburned and dirt. Jon saw them too, and ordered a double shot of whiskey to go with his rum and coke which sat undrank as they waited for Ryan to arrive. He pegged the four men as construction workers, but noted the "Thin Blue Line" American flag, which had always annoyed him, on one, and "Blue Lives Matter" on another, while the other two were wearing a failed political candidate shirt from two years ago.
Thankfully Jon's friend didn't make them wait long, fifteen minutes later Ryan was nearly bursting in the door, a wide grin on his bearded face. Lynn was on her second margarita and recognized the man, waving in tipsy exuberance. Ryan waved back and headed over to them, dropping his duffel then he and Jon fist bumped, then bro hugged and sat down, Ryan ordering one of the local IPAs, while Jon got a second rum and coke. They caught up quickly and drank enough Jon knew they'd have needed a taxi or Uber anyway. Ryan was stretching and mentioning he needed to get a place to stay as Jon called up an Uber to take him and his wife back as a fresh round of beer and drinks
"Hey!" Came a voice from the bar. Jon sighed, he'd been hoping to avoid this. He'd left his pistol at home (alcohol and firearms weren't a great mix), and he really didn't feel like skinning his knuckles.
"Hey skinny fuck!" Blue Lives Matter guy, what a surprise. "How about we take your fat slu-"
Ryan was off his chair and shut up the speaker with his full beer bottle in an uppercut swing, Jon had started simultaneously, snatching his initial whiskey off the table and tossing it into the eyes of the next man over. He sliced a nasty kick to the back of the man's knee, jigged to the side and sunk a one two into the second to last man's kidney and liver, and watched as Ryan kneed the last in the groin then grabbed the construction workers face and drove it into the table.
Ryan and Jon looked at each other, shrugged, pulled a few twenty's from their wallets and dropped them on the table then walked out, Jon taking his wife's arm and Ryan scooping his bag to his shoulder.
