I looked at the letter in shock. From watching the news, I guess I expected it, but it was still a shock to my system.
The world seemed to be crazy, we were fighting some people over in a place called Viet Nam.
I had no idea where that was for sure, and I also did not care. That all had nothing to do with me, and as far as I could tell, it had nothing to do with anything.
The news was full of people protesting in the streets, and while I didn't do any of that, I agreed with them.
Now the letter was in my hands, I was drafted into the army. That meant problems, I had a young wife, a job in the local mill, the beginnings of a life.
The news were full of stories about others, they were being sent home, the lucky ones maimed for life, the unlucky ones dead.
I even thought about Canada, but I did not want to be a criminal looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life.
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My wife Sharon burst into tears at the news, nothing I could do about that. We were into beginnings of learning about sex, and man were we busy at it. Once she found out what it was like, she turned into the hottest, horniest woman I ever met before or since, except for my current wife Debra who I have written about before.
We talked about a lot of possibilities, one of them was that I would go down and join the Navy, less chance of getting shot and I could invest the time getting an education.
I actually did do that, there was some discussion about me being already in the Army but one guy there told the others that I volunteered for four years, and was only drafted for two?
So. I was in the Navy.
The other big issue was sex. I was an every other day man now, Sharon would have been even more frequent if I could manage that, but our typical session was usually a couple of hours and the truth is, even young and virile, I just could not.
She was seriously in heat most of the time, the discovery of sex really set her off. I was getting used to eating cold meals.
"What are we going to do?" Was her tearful question. There were a lot of tears during that period.
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"I suppose that if things got too bad, we could agree that another partner would be OK?" I suggested at one point.
We already talked about toys and things like that, while she did like that, it didn't do much more than cool her off for a few hours.
"What? Really? Wouldn't you get mad?" Sharon looked at me in surprise.
"No, not the way things are going to be. I will be gone for weeks in boot camp, then shipped out for months on end. I know how you are, so I know you would be miserable."
"I think I could manage, honey. I don't want to cheat on you." Sharon said.
"It wouldn't be cheating if we both knew about it, and we didn't keep any secrets." I told her.
Sharon's lips pursed as she thought about it.
"You mean, you could let some other guy do that, I mean, actually have sex with me and not get all mad about it?"
"Well. I have needs too so since I will be thousands of miles away....?"
She giggled at that. I had expected her to throw a fit at the suggestion.
"Maybe that could work, I guess. But I would try and not do it, I love you, and only you!" At that she cuddled up and we didn't discuss it any more. Sharon was by this time practicing her oral skills, she did it so slowly that it always just blew my mind.
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More tears as we hugged and kissed at the train station, then I was off to God knows what.
I think at the time that I really was not concerned about Sharon ever really being with someone else, at that time I was quite sure that I was the only one, since I took her virginity.
But we had talked some more, and if things did happen, I told her she only needed to tell me everything so we would have no secrets from each other.
Boot camp sucked, it always does. San Diego sucked, high tide had human waste backing up in the sewer system, marching we kept hearing the CPO shouting "Column half left!" then Column half right" as we marched out into the streets and around the puddles.
I was busy, trying to memorize all of the general orders, so I didn't think much about things back home.
One would think that after a few days I would be like a three puckered Billy Goat but oddly, nothing. To this day I suspect they put something in the food.
It took a couple of weeks for the mail to catch up with me, suddenly I had a stack of letters.
I sorted those out in order, began to read them during the breaks where they told us the smoking lamp was lit.
Clearly she was writing me every other day, that was nice.
That "lit smoking lamp" meant we could smoke which would be great if any of us HAD any, because the uniforms we wore had no place we were allowed to keep any and God help you if you got caught with smokes or a lighter in any pocket.
(That is what they made socks for, you Navy guys know exactly what I mean. We all did a lot of sharing, I am sure the Chief knew all about it but he never said anything.)
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The first half dozen letters were full of news, like what she cooked for dinner, a Blackberry pie she made that finally actually set up instead of coming out like Blackberry soup.
Normal day to day boring stuff.
Then I opened letter number seven!
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THE LETTER
"I found someone, honey! Like we talked about? You know him, that Doug guy that has the band that plays at the lounge we go to sometimes? He is real nice, I ran into him at the club and he asked me to dance. Later, he asked me if he could go home with me, so after what we talked about and what you said, I told him sure.
It was pretty good, you are WAY better though. It did hurt just a little bit at first because he has kind of a big one but after a couple of minutes I got used to it and it didn't hurt any more. He also stayed the night and he wanted to do it again after breakfast, that was nice. You were right, it takes the edge off and I feel fine now, so thank you for letting me do that.
I love you so much and wish you were here.
Love and kisses,
Sharon"
I sat there for several long minutes and reread the whole thing. I tried my best to not feel pissed off, with little success. I even thought of taking off, going home and beating someone up, but I was afraid to after what I saw happen to a couple of guys that tried that.
They ended up wearing red sailor caps and carrying around 5 gallon buckets of wet sand.
So, I took a deep breath, opened the next letter.
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LETTER NUMBER 8
"Hi, honey! I hope this finds you doing good, I know you are. I got your first two letters, that marching stuff doesn't sound like a lot of fun.
Everything here is fine, I found out how much money they are sending me, it sure isn't very much. Thank you for sending your pay also, I know you don't need any money where you are.
A bunch of us went up to the lake, we had a picnic. Doug was up there, I found out he talks too much so I am mad at him. You remember Darrel, the one that plays the drums in the band? He was sure being nice to me, we took a walk down the trail that goes way up the other side. He is the one that told me that Doug was talking about being at the house a few days ago. When I get Doug by himself I am going to let him have a piece of my mind.
Anyway, Darrel wanted to know if we could do it, and I was feeling a little in the mood so we did right out there in the woods. That was sure different and fun. Darrel likes to lick just like you do, that was the best part. He also liked to suck on my titties, he must have done that for half an hour, in fact, they are kind of sore.
He is way smaller than either you or Doug, I could barely feel it. I might not let him do it any more because of that. Plus I still have to talk to Doug, he is coming over tonight.
I am telling you all about this so you won't be jealous, if you want to know any details just ask, honey.
Well, not much other news here, love you!
Sharon."
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LETTER NUMBER 9
"This is Sunday, the guys just left. I could not believe it, Doug is sure nervy! He came over, but he had both Darrel and that Stan guy that tends bar during the week at the Elk's lodge.
They had some beer and some Peppermint flavored stuff, that was pretty good. I am afraid I got kind of tipsy, you know how easy it is for me since I am so little.
Doug was sitting next to me on the couch and he pulled my titties out right in front of the other guys! I didn't mind that much with Darrel since he had already seen them but I barely know Stan. He sure was looking though, and he got all red faced.
Then Doug put on some music and asked me to dance for them, I didn't want to at first but the guys were encouraging me and complimenting me so since they already saw my titties, why not?
That got pretty naughty, I took off everything and spread my legs, I couldn't help it because I was so turned on. The guys all took their things out, Stan's is like yours in that he isn't circumcised. His is about the same size as yours, too, except the end is big like a Plum.
