The Guardsman 1

Hi folks: This could be in the Incest category but I chose Loving Wives because there was no blood relationship. Also, everyone sexually active is over 18. There isn't much graphic sex in this story either. It has been corrected using Microsoft and all errors are mine.

Captain Eric Metcalf, of the Texas National Guard, had just returned from a two month deployment to the southern border where his unit was assisting in installing razor wire to prevent illegal entry. He was ready to go back to his day job as an attorney with the firm of Buckwell, Vanderwalls, Gipson, et. Al. where he was an associate. Unfortunately, his deployment began on December 3rd and today was January 18th or about six weeks. The first thing Eric noticed upon arriving home, was that the Christmas tree and all the decoration were taken down and put away.

"What happened to the Christmas stuff?" He asked his wife of nearly ten years. "I thought we agreed that we would wait until I got home to have Christmas."

"Well, my mom came by about a week ago and decided it was improper to keep the decorations up so long. Didn't want us to look like rednecks. She called Stanley and had him take them down."

"Why didn't you stop her? You know what we agreed on. Why would your mom and step brother get involved?"

"You know how she is." said his wife Marla.

Marla is a tall woman about 5'8" with 35C boobs, a 26 inch waist and 37" hips with an ass to die for. She has long brown hair about bra strap length. Eric is no slouch, standing at 6'1" and right at 200 pounds of lean muscle with sandy blond hair. The couple met in undergrad in the school of Business. Eric had a double major in finance and economics while Marla was in accounting. She went on to get her MBA while he attended law school. It was this time when Eric signed up for the Guard to pay for school working his way up to captain. Marla passed her CPA exam and works for an accounting firm.

"Here is what we're going to do, Marla. First, we haven't seen each other in over six weeks so we're going upstairs and make mad passionate love and basically fuck our brains out. Then, we're going to get the decorations out and put up the tree and keep it all up for the next month. I missed Christmas and want to have it, albeit late. By the way, what happened to the presents?"

"I have yours and went ahead and opened mine. I figured since you weren't home, you wouldn't mind. Mom didn't think so."

"What happened to waiting until I got home? Your mom has to stay out of our business."

"Tell you what my dear man. Why don't you just open your presents, then we can go upstairs and then you can forget about this silliness of a late Christmas. I need to get back to the office anyway, since, as you know, this is the beginning of tax season."

"Marla my dear, you think I'm being silly because of what we agreed on? It's not my fault I wasn't here. As for going back to the office, I think you could at least stay home with me since I've been gone so long. I want to hold my wife for a while. And it's not being silly. We will put back up the decorations and the tree. I'll even rewrap your presents so we can open them together like we promised."

"Look Eric, I don't want to argue with you. Let's just go fuck so I can get to the office. I told my boss, I had to take a couple hours off to see you home. I've already been gone over and hour so I can give you another hour but I must be going. Also, we will not be redecorating for Christmas, What will the neighbors think?" With a sigh, Eric followed his wife upstairs where he fucked her into the mattress. This was not making love but getting his rocks off.

After Marla went to work, Eric decided to break out the Christmas tree and decorations. "I'll be damned if I'm going to miss Christmas, even if I have to have it by myself." About then, his phone rang. It was Billy, Eric's brother. Billy was an electrical engineer with the power company.

"What's up Bro? Happy to be back from down south?"

"Yes and no. I got home and even though we agreed, all the Christmas stuff was taken down. I'm putting my tree back up and will do some decorating. I'm going to keep it up for about 30 days so I can at least have my own Christmas at my house. Marla went to the office so I'm doing it myself."

"Tell you what Eric, I'll come over and give you a hand. Not much going on here anyway." With that, they hung up.

About an hour later, Billy drove up with three other guys and unload several boxes from his truck. Three hours later, before Marla got home, the outside of the house was decorated with all kinds of inflatables, and animatronics. It looked fantastic.

Marla returned home about 7:30 that evening. When she saw the house, she about went ballistic. "What the fuck Eric? What are the neighbors going to say? I told you it was past time to remove the decorations."

"It's not all about you. I missed Christmas and wanted to have one. I'm sorry if it embarrasses you. We agreed to keep the decorations up anyway. Billy came by and just added a few more."

About that time, the president of the HOA strolled up. "What's all this?"

Eric explained that he was deployed and missed Christmas so he was having a belated one. To which Mabel Anders, the HOA president replied: "You have 24 hours to take it down or you'll be fined." With that, she turned and walked out.

"See? What did I tell you?" said Marla. "You better get moving."

"Not happening. I don't care about any fines."

About an hour after the quarrel, Loraine, Marla's mom and step brother Stanley showed up. "Eric. This is sooo gauche. I demand you take all of this down. You're embarrassing my daughter. Stanley here will help. Marla called me and told me to have you stop this nonsense. You're acting like a spoiled brat."

Loraine is a woman in her mid fifties. She is married to James Herbert a local developer. Since Loraine is a real estate agent, that's how the met. Her first husband headed for the hills once Marla was in college. Stanley is a salesman for an oilfield supply company. He stands about 5'11" and is about 170 lbs. He's a cyclist and plays tennis.

Eric exploded. "Listen bitch. Get the fuck off of my property and take your faggot son with you. This is MY house. If she doesn't like it, you can take your cunt daughter too. I've had enough."

"Well, I've never." replied Loraine.

"Maybe you should then. Now go."

Needless to say, Marla heard everything and was livid. She walked into the house and slammed the door. Eric was thinking that he should have stayed at the border. It was probably safer.

The next day at work. Eric was greeted with handshakes and a warm hug from his paralegal Tiffany Walker. Tiffany was a cute girl, 5'4" with mid length dirty blonde hair. The twenty eight year old also weighed about 150 as she was five months pregnant. Her husband was a mechanic at the local Mercedes dealership. She immediately sensed his mood. He went on to explain the whole rigmarole. Tiffany simply said: "As far as you HOA, simply get Judge Buckner (one of the firms Partners) to issue a temporary injunction. As for the rest, you're a big boy. It's your house, do what you want." Eric did just that.

After catching up on what he had missed, Eric was tired but felt good. It was great to be back in the saddle so the speak. On the way home, he cranked up the stereo in his F-150 platinum edition playing a mix of Christmas music. He was smiling when he pulled into his drive about 6:30. Of course, waiting for him was ole Mabel. Mabel was an old prune in her late sixties though she looked about a hundred. She was short and skinny with those glasses that had chains. "I see you failed to take down your decoration as ordered. Here is your citation."

"And here is a temporary injunction barring you from taking any action. A formal hearing will be set in 45 days. Any attempt to levy fines or further harass me will get you a contempt of court charge, so you can take that citation and cram it up your boney ass, you old hag. Now, get the fuck off of my property."

"We'll just see about that." replied Mabel.

Eric kept his decorations and tree up for the thirty days he wanted. On February 25th, he even opened the presents that Marla got him. A couple of power tools and an Mont Blanc pen. She had already opened hers back in December so it was a bit anticlimactic.

On the 26th of February, there was an email from Charles Vanderwalls the managing partner. Apparently word got around about Eric missing out on Christmas and New Years. On March 8th, which was a Saturday, there was to be a party at the downtown Hilton. Attendance was mandatory. Eric showed the invitation to Marla and said it was mandatory and it was expected for her to attend as well.

"I'll try to go. I have a tennis tournament at the club that weekend but I guess I can make it."

"Hey, why don't you wear what you wore to your Christmas party that I saw on your social media. The shimmery dress that was low cut. It made you look really sexy."

"We'll see. I have to get it to the dry cleaners." What she didn't say was that while he knew Stanley had accompanied to her party, that she gave him a blow job as gratitude and some of his spunk hit the dress. She liked playing with Stanley and while they didn't actually fuck, she did get fingered and felt up. She also loved giving head.

The night of the party, Marla came down the stairs in a new black dress. It had a high neckline with no decollage and came to just above her knees. She was wearing a strand of Miki Moto pearls. She almost looked like a librarian. Her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail with minimal makeup. Nothing like her waterfall curls and makeup for her own party.

"What the fuck, Marla. I though you were going to wear the dress I'd asked you to. At least put the same effort for this party as you did for yours."

"That was for my work. This is not as important and I had things to do. I'm going aren't I?"

"This is important to me. Go change into something sexier and at least put some effort into it. We can be a little late." Eric was wearing his best Armani suite with a red tie and spit shined black shoes.

"Fuck no. It'll take me two hours to get made up. Besides, for my event, I went to the salon. I certainly can't do that now."

"Fine. Let's go. Next weekend, you can dress for me like I wanted. Go to the salon and all then we'll go out dancing." The went out and drove to the party in her BMW. She refused to show up in his truck.

The party was nice and all decorated for New Years. They had a variety of food and even Champaign. The music was nice and the couple danced. Eric even danced a couple of dances with Tiffany with her husband's approval. They even had a replay of the New Year's television coverage. At midnight on March 9th, the ball dropped and Auld Lang Syne played. As Marla gave Eric a quick kiss to the lips, she asked: "Can we go now? I have that tennis tournament tomorrow. Mixed doubles. I'm also sure you're going to want to fuck me when we get home so I need some sleep."

"Tell you what. We'll stay a little longer and since you won't be into it, I won't fuck you so you can get your sleep. It's not like you care anyway." They left a half hour later. On the way home, it occurred to Eric about the mixed doubles. "Who is your partner tomorrow? You didn't ask me."

"I was supposed to play with Tom, Lisa's husband. She can't play because she's pregnant and about to pop. Tom, unfortunately, sprained his ankle so Stanley is filling in."

"I see. Why didn't you ask me?"

"Eric, my love. You haven't played in months. Why would I ask you. I want to try and win." He had no further comment.

The next day, after Marla left, Eric go dressed to play tennis and went to the club. As he entered the locker room, he could overhear Stanley bragging about Marla. "Man, that girl Marla has the nicest tits. They are just a handful. Her nipples are succulent and very sensitive. And boy, let me tell you, can she ever suck dick. I bet she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose." That was all Eric needed to hear. As Stanley's friends watched in horror, Eric walked up behind Stanley and smashed his face into the locker making his nose bleed. "What the fuck?" cried Stanley

"You fucked my wife? Your own step sister?"

"I didn't fuck her." replied Stanley. "She just let me play with her and she blew me as a thank you for taking her to the party. Did you see what she was wearing? It was hard to keep away from her." Eric plastered Stanley face again.

Eric then went to the court where Marla was waiting for Stanley. "What are you doing here?" She asked.

"Stanley won't be you partner today. He had an accident in the locker room. His face ran into a locker. He's tending to a nose bleed."

"What did you do, Eric?"

"What did I do? What did you do?" His voice gaining volume. People from around the courts were beginning to look at the couple.

Theresa, the wife of their opponents then piped up: " Can we get on with it. No need to argue."

Eric then yelled: "You gave your step brother a blow job? He said you let him play with you. Did you fuck him too? What else have you been doing while I was deployed?" Marla was turning beet red while everyone began staring.

"Let's just play." said Marla. Needless to say, the match didn't go well. Eric's serves where too hard and when the ball came to him he either returned it over the fence or just stood there and let it go by. They lost in straight sets. Needless to say, the it was quiet when they returned home.

The following Saturday, Marla left to go out. Eric assumed she was going to the salon. He had reminded her a couple of times during the week. About 5:30, she came strolling in carrying a few bags. Her hair was in her normal pony tail.

"Where did you go. I thought you were going to the Salon?"

"Oh. Mom and I went shopping. I completely forgot about going out. Not a big deal, we can go another time." That was the final straw for Eric.

"Sit down. We need to talk."

"Not right now. I'm going to grab a quick shower then you can have your little snit."

"Sit down NOW." Eric yelled. Marla sat across from him and stared. He began: " I'm tired of you belittling me. I don't know what happened to you while I was gone, but this has to stop. You act like you have no respect for me and have been that way since before I came home. Taking down the Christmas decorations, the way you acted at the party at my office, the issue with Stanley, which we still have to address, and now this. So what's going on? I'm about at the end of my rope. Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"Don't be silly. You're just acting like a little brat. So you missed out on a few things. Big fucking deal. I shouldn't have to put up with it. Like the decorations. As for Stanley, I gave him a blow job. So what. He was there to escort me to MY work party and you weren't cause you were off playing Army. Hell, according to my mom, your not even a real soldier. Just a Guardsman. Anyway, I was just showing gratitude and you know how much I like to give head. He felt me up and I had an orgasm. It's not like I could get one from you. Maybe mom pointed out a few things too."

"Here's what were going to do. First, your going to shower, do you makeup and put on the dress I wanted you to wear. You have a curling iron so do your hair. Then were going out dancing like I want. As for the rest, we need to get back on track. I've been home almost two months now. How may times have we had sex? Maybe six and I think I've gotten two blow jobs. And this is from someone who, as she says, likes to give head. For the next six months, you are to have absolutely no contact with Stanley or your mom. We may need to go to counseling as well. If not, I'm out of here. I'm not sure I even trust you anymore. You probably fucked your step brother but are not telling me. Now go. Hell, the last time we fucked, you called his name out during an orgasm."

Marla gave him a cold stare. "My feet hurt from shopping all day. I will not be dictated by you and your little pity party nor anybody else. If you want to go, then go and don't let the door hit you in the ass." With that, she got up and went to shower.

Since Marla usually takes a long time in the shower, Eric got up and packed a suitcase. He loaded what he needed for a few days into his truck. He then wrote a letter and placed his wedding ring on it. He knew his marriage was over and he didn't even feel like saving it at this point.

"Dear Marla:

It's obvious that you no longer love me. I'm leaving now and setting you free. I don't know what happened while I was deployed and at this point I don't care. I'll contact and attorney Monday and arrange to get the rest of my stuff, once I know where I'll be. Don't bother to call me. You can run to Stanley if you want or to your bitch mom. I don't care. As far as I'm concerned, all three of you can simply FUCK OFF.

Your loving (soon to be EX) husband.

After placing his ring on top of it, Eric walked out the door. He checked in to a Marriot close to his office. Once there, he began preparations for the divorce. It should be simple. No kids, they each had their own retirement accounts and they both made similar amounts of income. They had separate bank accounts, save for one joint one to pay the bills. They each had their own cars, though Marla leased her BMW. The house, a 3500 square foot two story with 3 car garage had 4 bedroom and 5 baths on a half acre in a gated community. They bought it three years ago for 1.2 million and it would go for about 1.4 now. Simply sell it and split the profits or she could buy him out. Thinking about all this, made him depressed but he needed to carry on. He was only 32 and had his whole life ahead of him.

Meanwhile, Marla finished her shower and came down wearing a sexy negligee. She figured, she'd fuck his brains out and Eric would be back to normal. She knew he seemed angrier than usual so she'd appease him. Hell, she may even take it up the ass. They were no strangers to anal but it was reserved for special occasions. Then she saw the note along with his ring. After reading it 3 times, she knew she fucked up and couldn't even say why. She immediately tried to call, but his phone went straight to voice mail. She sat down and for once, cried.

The first thing Eric did on Monday after the morning meeting was discuss his situation with Charles Vanderwalls. Charlie recommend a family attorney by the name of Elizabeth Dutton. Eric knew of her though legal circles and she was a take names and kick ass bitch when it came to defending her clients. She was very professional and good at her job. He made a phone call and explained his circumstances. She had him send over the financials and would draw up the petition for divorce under irreconcilable differences. He paid her retainer over the phone and was good to go. They would have to meet in person eventually for him to sign some things. Later that afternoon, Eric's PA told hm that an Elizabeth Dutton was here to see him. When she walked into his office, he was taken aback. Ms. Dutton was about 5'11', weighing about 150. She had mid back length reddish blonde hair and 4" heals. Her dress was mid calf but showed abundant cleavage.

"Mr. Metcalf, I had business in your building so I thought I drop by with your documents. After you sign a few things, we can get started." She seemed to be a very much no nonsense lady.

"What do we have to do to get started?"

"Well first, you can stop staring at my tits. My eyes are up higher." That caught Eric off guard. With a smile, she said: "Call me Liz. I just wanted to shock you. I find it very useful. You'll find me brash and sometimes vulgar but I'm very good at what I do. I also don't give a flying fuck what anyone says about me, but they have to respect my results. Now tell me why you want a divorce."