When I was 20, I met and married my first wife (big mistake, way too young). We moved into a small but affordable 2 bedroom apartment near the military base in Virginia.
My wife was a looker, 19 years old, Puerto Rican and had that young body that most women would kill for.
Almost immediately my wife found another Spanish couple, Marissa, and her husband John. Marissa was 30, 5'2" tall and maybe 100 pounds soaking wet. She was not bad looking, cute but not really pretty, she had nice tight body with small breasts and a small rear end.
John was also in the military and was often gone for months at a time, leaving his bride lonely and frustrated. Marissa spoke little English, which only added to her frustrations in getting around town.
Unfortunately, Marissa turned out to be quite the busy body, watching me like a hawk and always telling my wife if I was speaking to other women, even if it was just to say good morning in passing. It seemed she was always there and always watching.
This led to several heated arguments as my wife was young and extremely jealous, and I got sick of it very quickly.
I would pass Marissa in the parking lot or when she would come over and would not speak to her. Most times I wouldn't even look at her, but she was always watching.
John had been gone for about 2 months on a cruise to South America, and would be gone for another 4 months before he returned home. This was before the internet was around, so the only communication was letter writing and the occasional expensive phone call.
One of the neighbor's daughters, a young and very pretty girl, had come to my apartment and asked to borrow some vanilla as she and her mom had run out while baking. The girl lived about 3 doors down and one floor below us with her parents. I let her in and found the vanilla and away she went. I thought nothing else of it.
About 20 minutes later there was a loud knocking on the door. I opened the door and there stood the busybody herself, in a long green house dress she often wore.
She burst past me and started asking in broken English where April (the young neighbor girl) was and why she was in my apartment. I closed and locked the door, bolting it and putting the chain on. I was pissed to say the least.
Marissa went through each room in the apartment, searching for April and my infidelity, finally arriving at the bedroom. She threw the door open and could not believe no one else was there. She entered the bedroom and looked in the bathroom and closet, sure that I was hiding the neighbor's daughter somewhere.
She came out of the closet with a confused look on her face and I could tell she wanted to apologize, but I was having none of it. I was a military police officer and my gear was out and ready for me to go to work the next day. I had picked up my flex-cuffs and had them behind my back when she said "Sorry, must go home now". She walked past me and I grabbed her by the hair and threw her on her stomach on my bed.
