TITLE    : My Wife Deserted The Army
STORYID  : my-wife-deserted-the-army
SUMMARY  : ...and flew off with the Air Force.
AUTHOR   : Ephesus14@lit
DATE     : 2018-06-12
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |military wives|army wives|cheating wife|


In June 1979, there was an attempt to assassinate an American Four Star General in Europe. This fact is contained in an online biography of the general upon whom the attempt was made. The details of that attempt as related herein are totally my own and any resemblance(s) to The General or the actual event is (are) purely coincidental. Likewise, the rest of the story also comes entirely from my imagination and any similarity to any person(s) or event(s) is, again, purely coincidental. There is not much sex.



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<strong>My wife deserted the Army...</strong>and flew off with the Air force



The three cars pulled out of the driveway of the Chateau and onto the highway. The first car was driven by a member of the National Police. The other two occupants were members of the United States Army and were assigned to protect the principal passenger in the second car. The occupants of the third car mirrored the first. The second car was different. The driver was a Staff Sergeant . The two passengers were a Major and a Four Star General; all were members of the US Army. I was the Major. My name is Terrence (Terry) Royal. I was in the Army ROTC Program at the University of Vermont in Burlington, and upon graduation received a commission as a Second Lieutenant and went immediately on active duty.



Seated next to me in the Limo was General William C. Manchester. General Manchester was the highest ranked of America's military in Europe. I was his Aide-de-camp and had been for the five years he was assigned here. He was retiring and we were spending our last few days in Europe. I was going to be assigned to The US Amy's White House Liaison Office in the Pentagon. It was not a job I wanted; I wanted to get back 'with the troops'.



Five years earlier, I was one of three officers interviewed to be General Manchester's Aide. His Aide had been diagnosed with cancer and was staying in 'The States' for treatment. When I was told of my selection, I was one happy warrior. I thought I was going to have it made; but nothing has been further from the truth. It has been an unbelievably difficult job and the only job in the military worse than mine was his. Very long hours, very high stress and almost no private life.



I learned early on that General Manchester was a stickler for details. The first time I sat with him, Mrs. Manchester and their chef to plan a dinner party, Mrs. Manchester and the chef were going over the menu and the guest list. She would mention a guest and the chef would pull out a 5 x 7 card, look at it and then okay the guest. After the meeting, I asked him about the cards.



"I have been their chef since he received his first star. I have a card for every guest they have had. Every time I've served a meal, I've looked at the plates at the end of the meal. If, for example, I had served peas and a guest hadn't eaten them, I would put it on their card and I never served them peas again. So now, we go over the proposed guest list and the menu. If we plan a menu and there is something on it that we can't serve one of the guests she will make a decision. If she likes the menu more than the guest, she changes the guest list."



General Manchester's schedule was such that we traveled around Europe a great deal and made regular trips back to the United States. In that regard, we had a dedicated airplane and crew. The airplane was not capable of intercontinental flight so we had to refuel in Iceland and Canada on both legs of the trip.



To date, we had made more round trips to 'The States' than I care to remember. On a few of those trips, my wife of 10 years, Marlene, accompanied us. While the General and I conducted business, Marlene would shop and visit relatives and friends in the Washington area. Sometimes she would go to Burlington to visit her parents and stay there until our next trip when she would join us for the return.



Marlene is a beautiful woman. Our sex life has been nothing if not fabulous; neither of us has ever 'left anything on the table' so to speak. I never took it for granted when I saw her naked and I always felt privileged when we had sex. She used her body as both a delicate instrument to be handled gently, with care and affection; and as a hurricane with no concern for its actions, but charging, uncontrolled to an explosive conclusion. In other words, as far as sex is concerned; Marlene is 'the bomb'! Both of us, however, drew the line at 'rough' sex.



But she had a temper. Man, did she have a temper...and she wasn't even a redhead! The slightest thing could set her off. It had gotten a little better in the last three or so years, but it was still there.



But I digress.



This particular morning we were in the Limo on our way to the office and were going over his schedule for the day. This week was to be nothing but meetings and debriefings in preparation for our departure.



The normal routine for the drive to headquarters was for the lead car to serve as the 'blocker' with the Limo staying as close to it as possible and the third car staying as close to the Limo as it safely could. We were just crossing a small ravine when we heard an explosion and the rear of the Limo lifted off the ground. The security detail was trained to remove the principal from the danger area if possible so the driver of the first car immediately accelerated and took off. Our driver did the same but the Limo's wheels were momentarily off the ground. When the driver accelerated, the wheels turned faster even though they were still in the air. When the tires did hit the road surface, they squealed and the car lurched forward almost running over the top of the lead car.



Lights and siren going, we sped to our headquarters. I had pushed the General down to the floor and we stayed that way. The lead car was in radio contact with security at headquarters, so when we arrived the gate was open and armed personnel had taken defensive positions. We hurried to our private entrance and were rushed inside. The rear car had not been so lucky and was badly damaged. All three occupants were injured. We learned later that the bomb had been planted and, subsequently exploded, by a group of radicals. Had the explosion happened a split second sooner, the Limo would have taken the brunt of it and the three of us might possibly have been killed.



By this time, the whole headquarters was aware of the assassination attempt. At his first meeting of the morning, General Manchester opened by saying, "You'll never know how truly happy I am to be here this morning". His comment was met with relief and laughter.



Whenever anyone is assigned to the personal staff of someone like General Manchester, the Army tries to make sure that he or she stays with the General as long as the General wants them. Of course, if you fuck up you could find yourself standing guard outside of a science hut somewhere in Antarctica. So you try not to fuck up.



The same goes for the support staff. In this case, the pilot and crew of his airplane were Air Force personnel. The Air Force, likewise, tried to ensure that the same crew stayed with the VIP they were assigned to support.



In the past five years only three of the airplane staff had been replaced. The wife of our pilot had been involved in an automobile accident and was severely and extensively burned and was sent 'Stateside' for treatment and recovery. Our pilot was transferred back to be with her. And two others, a mechanic and a member of the cabin crew, had to be replaced because their enlistments were over and they had been discharged.



Getting accustomed to new people can sometimes be difficult. That was not the case with the members of our flight crew. Each of the new people were perfect and their transitions were seamless. We had flown around Europe with the new pilot and felt comfortable with him. He had been with us for several weeks when we took our first flight to the states with him. The General, his wife, Marlene and I had boarded the airplane and the General and wife, as always, had gone to their private area. A member of the flight crew had given Marlene and me our usual cup of coffee and we taxied for takeoff. After we were airborne, Marlene, as she usually did, stood in the cockpit door with a headset on and talked to the pilot and co-pilot generally watching the activity and enjoying the flight from the cockpit.



The flight to Iceland took a little over three hours. Marlene stood there until she had to take her seat for landing. Back in the air, she was back in the cockpit door. She sat down before landing in Canada for refueling.



We landed at Andrews Air Force Base and Marlene was met by her sister. Her sister is married to an attorney and they live in Alexandria. She was spending a couple of days with the sister and her family. Three days later we returned to Belgium.



Marlene rarely asked to take back to back trips with us, but she convinced me that since we would be returning to the Washington area for reassignment soon that she could start looking for a house for us. I thought that was a good idea. So in the following months she made several trips back with us.



We had been dealing with a real estate agent in Vienna, Virginia. Her name was Mandy. Marlene told me that Mandy had set up three houses for her to look at on this particular trip. Two of them were in the Vienna area. So far, she had not found a house she thought I would like so I hadn't looked at any.



One day General Manchester's afternoon meeting cancelled, so he was taking the rest of the day off. Consequently, I had it off as well. This was a rare occurrence so I was going to take full advantage of it. My first thought was I was going to get laid tonight...maybe even this afternoon...maybe more than once. I was excited. It had been over a week and my balls were turning blue. I called Marlene to tell her I could go with her to look at houses and then we could spend the rest of the afternoon naked and in bed. Or maybe we could just be naked and in bed instead of looking at houses. But when I called I got no answer so I sent her a text message telling her to call me. I thought for a minute and called the real estate agent we had been working with.



"Hi, Mandy. This is Terry Royal. Is my wife with you?"



"No, Terry. She cancelled our showings today."



"Okay, Mandy. Thank you." She was most likely at our guest quarters at Fort Myer. I had our driver take me over; but she wasn't there. I waited. I tried to call her again. No answer. I left another text message and waited some more. Fuck. She must be with her sister and won't expect me until my normal time...which was always late in the evening. I called her sister. No answer.



By 6:00 that evening I was hungry. The guest quarters didn't have much in the way of food so I walked to the Officers Club for dinner. I was back in our quarters at 7:30. I decided to shower and be ready to jump Marlene's bones the minute she walked in the door. She walked in shortly after I got out of the shower. I was sitting in my robe.



She was surprised to see me. "Hi, sweetie. You must have gotten off early."



"Yeah, I've been here all afternoon. I tried to call and tell you. I thought maybe we could fool around."



"I'm sorry. My phone's dead. I forgot to charge it. Have you had dinner?"



"Yeah. I ate at the club. How about you?"



"I had a bite earlier."



"So," I said as I walked toward her with mischief in my eye. "Do you wanna fuck here or in the bedroom?"



"Terry, I'm sorry, but it's been a long day. I just want to soak in the tub and go to sleep. The house I looked at today was way out in the country and I'm tired. Maybe tomorrow?" As she headed for the bedroom.



Well, this isn't exactly how I thought the evening would be. I sat down. I knew her well enough to know that there would be no lovin' tonight.



A long pause.



Okay, wait a minute. Run that back. Did she just say 'The house I looked at today'? My memory is pretty good and that's what she said. 'The house I looked at today.'



I sat there and tried to watch television, but my mind was elsewhere. All kinds of thoughts were going through my head. Around 11:00, I went in the bedroom. Marlene was asleep. As I've already mentioned, Marlene is a beautiful woman and very easy to look at. Her facial features are flawless and her body is perfect. With all of her physical beauty the very last thing anyone would think about when looking at her is...'I wonder if she snores?' But she does. And she was snoring when I entered.



I watched her sleep and frowned because either she was lying or our real estate agent was. Okay, lying might be too strong of a word...mistaken. That's a better word. One of them was mistaken. As far as I knew, Marlene had never lied...er...ah...made a mistake like this before.



I had just gotten in bed beside her, turned off the lamp beside the bed and rolled over to put my arm around her when I stopped. I rolled back over, turned the lamp back on, got up and put my robe back on. I walked over to her purse, opened it and took out her phone. Let me mention here that in the 10 years of our marriage, I had only been in her purse a handful of times, and then hesitantly. I'm a firm believer that there are secret things in purses that men have no business knowing about or seeing. I looked at her phone. It was off. I went into the living area and closed the bedroom door behind me. I sat on the sofa and hesitated before I turned her phone on.



Other than the fact that either she or Mandy had been untruthful, I had no reason whatsoever to invade her privacy and had never considered doing so before tonight. I sat there holding her phone and feeling guilty. Fuck it, I thought, something isn't right and her phone is a good place to start. I could, however, just ask her which one of them was lying, but I decided against it.



I entered her password and the phone wouldn't open. I tried it again. Still nothing. I was hesitant to try it again. Some phones lock you out after a specific number of unsuccessful attempts to open it and I didn't want her to know I had tried. I put it back in her purse and tried to sleep.



I was still awake at four in the morning. Our security detail was picking me up at 6:00 so we could meet the General at 6:30. He was having breakfast with two members of Congress.



I decided to try her phone again and thought about possible passwords she might be using. Knowing her as I did, I gave a lot of thought about what she might have chosen as her new password. She had an older brother who died when he was eleven. He was two years older than her and he had idolized him. As a young girl she had followed him everywhere. She still talked about him. His birthday was May 24, so I tried 0524 and it worked. The first thing I looked at was the battery level indicator at the top of the phone. It had almost a full charge. She told me last night that it was dead. Of course she could have charged it last night between the time she went in to take her bath and I went to bed, but it seemed unlikely. She would have had to start charging it then stay awake while it charged, unplug it, turn it off and put it in her purse before I came in. It was certainly possible, I suppose; but highly unlikely.



Then I went to her text messages to see if she had gotten the two I sent her. When I opened them, it opened on the last messages she sent/received...and they weren't mine. She had carried on a conversation with someone named Pat. He was not shy about complimenting her on her looks and her body. He especially liked the little star shaped mole on the left side of her pussy.



She, on the other hand, liked the curve his dick had. It reminded her of a boomerang and she was happy about that because that meant it would always come back to her.



They went on to describe how much they had enjoyed the day on his parent's farm. The horseback ride was exciting until she fell off and bruised her hip, but she thanked him profusely for 'kissing it and making it all better'. As a matter of fact, kissing her pussy had made IT feel better as well.



On it went. He never knew anybody who could fuck while using her hands to hold her feet over her head and she never felt a curved dick, the middle of which would rub one side of her pussy while the head of it touched the other side. She explained that it gave her a completely different feeling than having a regular dick touching both sides going in and out. She also explained that sucking such a dick was different because it felt like there was more of it in her mouth and that when he came his cum went into her cheek instead of down her throat which was also a new and different experience.



I sat in stunned silence. Who were these people? This was not the woman I have been married to for ten years and in love with for 11. I would never have thought it possible that Marlene would cheat on me, much less describe it in a text. I was floored.



I was forced back to reality when the doorbell rang. It was the security detail. I was normally at the door when they arrived. This morning I was still in my robe. I told them I would only be a couple of minutes. I rushed into the bedroom, tossed her phone back in her purse, hurriedly shaved, dressed, and started to dart for the car. I stopped, went back to her purse, took her phone, turned it off and dropped it back. Then I looked at her. She was still snoring. Yesterday must have worn her out. I started out the door and looked back at her. The sheet was off her and her nightgown had ridden up enough for me to see a big bruise on her hip.



I stumbled to the car.



We were a couple of minutes late picking up the General, but it was okay. He still made it to breakfast on time. While he was there, I sat in an outer chamber and thought about what had happened to my life in the last 24 hours. The rest of the day was pretty shitty. Fortunately, I managed to stay occupied. The General did ask me a couple of times if there was anything wrong. I, of course, said no.



I walked in to our guest quarters at 8:00 in the evening. Marlene was watching TV and sipping on a glass of wine. She stood as I came in.



"Hi, sweetie." Wrapping her arms around my neck. "I'm sorry about last night, but I'm ready to rock your world tonight." And she started to kiss me.



I leaned my head back avoiding her kiss, reached up and took her arms from around my neck. "I have to piss." And went to the bathroom. I had thought all day about what I was going to do tonight and still had no idea. I went from forgiving her and doing what was necessary to win her back to forcing her to tell me who 'Pat' was, then killing both of them.



When I got in the bathroom, I just stood there, looked at myself in the mirror. After several minutes, there was a knock on the door.



"Terry? Are you okay? Terry?"



"I'll be out in a minute." It took me another five minutes to leave the bathroom.



"Terry, what's wrong with you?"



I looked at her. "I'm sick to my stomach." I went to the bed and lay on it still in my uniform. A few minutes later, she sat on the edge of the bed.



"Anything I can do?"



I moved away from her. "Just leave me alone."



I was still awake at midnight lying on my back staring at the ceiling. I heard Marlene come in. I closed my eyes and never looked at her. It didn't take her long to start snoring. I got up around seven; showered, shaved and was just getting ready to put on a fresh uniform. Two nights without sleep and I felt like a zombie.



"Would you like some breakfast?" She asked.



"No, thank you." I walked to the door, picked up my hat and started out. I turned back to look at her. "The car will be here at two to pick you up IF you're going back with me. The plane leaves at four."



Five minutes later my phone rang. It was Marlene. I ignored it. At exactly four we pulled up next to the airplane. The crew met us and loaded our bags. I followed the General and his wife up the steps. As usual they went back to their area. As I entered the cabin, I saw Marlene standing there.

<hr pg="2" />The door closed almost immediately and we started to taxi. Marlene and I took our customary seats. I never looked directly at her. After we reached cruising altitude, we were served coffee and just sat there. Finally, she said. "What did you mean, 'IF you're going back with me'?"



I took a sip of my coffee before I responded. "I didn't know if there were more country houses you wanted to look at."



Our eyes met and she said nothing. No emotion, no blush, no sign of anything untoward.



"The other night you were asleep and I saw a big bruise on your hip. What happened at that country house you went to?"



Her eyes went wide, but only for an instant. Then she looked away. "Uh, Mandy and I were looking at the house and I slipped on a throw rug and fell. No big deal." She stood and walked to the cockpit door, put on her headset and stood there.



I turned my head and looked out the window. I wondered if there were any new messages on her phone. I also wondered how many other lies she has told?



The rest of the flight was very quiet. Marlene and I barely spoke.



When we landed, Marlene took her car and went home. The Limo and security detail met us and took us to the headquarters building, then took Mrs. Manchester to the Chateau. At the end of the day, we took the General home and I drove my car home.



The next couple of days were pretty tense. Whenever Marlene spoke to me, I answered in as few words as possible. The thought of her with someone else dominated my thoughts. I didn't want to touch her, kiss her or whisper sweet nothings in her ear. I just imagined her naked and in bed with another man.



Fortunately, work was easy. All we were doing was working on the General's departure schedule.



Then one day.



"Terry, I know you are feeling a bit out of sorts about changing jobs, but I don't want you taking it out on me. You've ignored me and treated me like shit for the last few days and I don't deserve it."



"Let me ask you something, Marlene. Are you happy?"



"What do you mean?"



"It's not a difficult question. Are you happy?"



"Goddamn it, Terry. Why are you asking me that? Of course I'm happy. Why wouldn't I be?"



"What makes you happy?"



"Oh, fuck, Terry. Stop with the games." Her temper was beginning to rear its ugly head.



"Just answer the question."



"No, I won't answer it! You've treated me like shit and now you want to know what makes me happy? I'll tell you what doesn't make me happy. It's you and your attitude lately. You're pissing me off. There's something else going on here so get to the bottom line." Now she was really pissed.



"Get to the bottom line. Good idea." Short pause. "Are you fucking someone?"



"What?" She exploded.



"Are you having an affair?"



"You son of a bitch. How can you accuse me of having an affair?"



"I didn't accuse you. I simply asked you if you were having one."



"Fuck you!" She screamed and stormed out of the house slamming the door as she left and got in her car. Her tires squealed for what must have been two blocks.



I've always disliked how irrational she got when her temper flared and have felt that someday it will get either her or me in trouble. I fully expected to be called and told that she had wrecked her car.



I went to bed a short time later. She wasn't there the next morning when I left. I had no idea where she spent the night. She was home when I got back that evening.



So it went for the next three weeks. I still wanted to get a look at the messages on her phone, but she was never far from it and I was never close to her so I didn't get a chance. We didn't speak more than a dozen words to each other that entire time. Mostly because I spent a lot of time traveling with the General saying goodbye. I came home late one night from a trip to Italy and Marlene was waiting up for me.



"Is there room for me when you go back to the states Sunday?"



I never told her we were making another trip and our travel information is known only by those with a 'need to know'.



"Of course."



"And since we will be moving back next month anyway, I'm going to stay and look at houses."



"Okay. I'll handle the move back."



Moving to or from an overseas assignment was relatively easy. You packed the few things you might need to run your household for a month or so and then you let The Transportation Section arrange for everything else. And if you had vehicles to ship you took them to the nearest port and processed them. I had already arranged to have a shipping company deliver my car to the port for shipment. When it arrived in Baltimore, it would be picked up, processed, and then delivered to the Guest House at Fort Myer. We would be staying there temporarily. It should be there when we arrived. We were going to sell Marlene's car.



The silence continued.



On Sunday morning, Marlene was already on the plane when we got there. For a moment, I wondered how she got to the plane with all of her stuff. I had already shipped my car and had driven hers to the Chateau.



It was a long, quiet flight. As soon as we landed the General, his wife and I immediately left for Fort Myer. I assumed that Marlene's sister would be picking her up. I had no idea if she would be joining me in the guest quarters.



She didn't.



I hadn't heard from her so I called her. No answer. I called her sister.



"Hello."



"Hi, Fran, this is Terry. Is Marlene with you?"



"No. Is she in the states?"



"Somewhere. We've been here for two days but I haven't seen her."



"She hasn't called us."



"If you talk to her, ask her to call me, please."



"Of course."



I called the real estate agent we had been talking with.



"Hello, this is Mandy."



"Hello, Mandy. This is Terry Royal. Have you seen my wife?"



"Sure have. She and her brother, Pat, just left here. They looked at a house."



"Uh, great. Do you have any idea where they were headed?"



"It sounded like they were going to call you. She really liked the house."



"Ok, Mandy. Thank you."



Her brother, Pat? The only brother she ever had died when he was eleven and her sister's husband was Richard.



We flew back to Europe the next afternoon. I still hadn't heard from Marlene.



I made the arrangements to move both our and General and Mrs. Manchester's household goods back to the states. I sold Marlene's car.



Three weeks later was the assassination attempt on General Manchester. And four days after that The General, his wife and I boarded the plane for our last trip.



When we landed at Andrews, the flight crew lined up outside the plane to say goodbye. The General and his wife went first and I followed. When I got to the co-pilot he thanked me, shook my hand and handed me his calling card. Ditto with the pilot. They had done the same to the Manchester's. Mrs. Manchester spent some time talking to the cabin crew so I chatted with the pilot and co-pilot. They asked about our plans and I told them that I had a 30 day leave and that Marlene and I might spend a few days in the Smokey Mountains.



An hour later, I was saying goodbye to two of the nicest people I had ever known as I dropped General and Mrs. Manchester off. Then I was dropped off at the Guest House. My car had arrived and was sitting there.



I had no idea where Marlene was or who, if anybody, she was with. Calls to her phone went unanswered so I called her sister. Yes, Marlene had been staying with her and they had looked at a few houses together, but she hadn't seen her since yesterday. All of her stuff was gone and she assumed Marlene had shifted to the Guest House at Fort Myer where we usually stayed when we were in the States.



I called Mandy. She had just gotten off the phone with Marlene and she had told her that I was going to spend a few days in the mountains by myself to relax so she, Marlene, was taking on the task of buying the new house. Yes, Marlene was coming by this evening to go back and look at a house. She had seen several and had almost decided that was the one we wanted. It was in Vienna, Virginia, the area we had talked about and it had a large in ground pool which Marlene had told her I wanted.



"But I'm not supposed to tell you about it if you called. She wants it to be a surprise. She wants you to be proud of her for doing it all by herself."



"Uh, okay, Mandy. Thank you. If you talk to her, don't tell her I called, please."



My mind was going around in circles. Were Mandy and I talking about the same person? The Marlene I know has, apparently, been having an affair, and hasn't spoken to me in weeks. The Marlene she was talking about is a thoughtful, caring, loving wife who wants her husband to be proud of her. Those two Marlene's aren't the same person. Besides, Marlene knows I don't want a swimming pool. I hate fucking swimming pools. They are nothing but a pain in the ass.



Still in a fog, I realized that I was still dressed from the flight. I started to take off my uniform coat. I reached in my pocket and brought out the two calling cards from our pilot and co-pilot. The co-pilot's card read Captain Frederick C. Haponski. The Pilot's read Major Shawn Patrick (Pat) Dyngwall. The most commonly accepted way names were printed on calling cards was the way Captain Haponski had his; Rank, First name, middle initial and last name. I, of course, knew their last names having flown with them, but had rarely used their given names. I had always addressed them by their rank and last names. Major Dyngwall had never impressed me as an ego maniac, but putting your full name on...wait a minute. Pat? His nickname was Pat?



No. Fucking. Way. I was absolutely floored. The pilot we have had for over nine months was fucking my wife? My wife was fucking our pilot? All of a sudden several things were becoming clear...like how she knew when we were coming back to the States. Her pilot lover told her. Mandy had just told me that Marlene had told her that I was going to the mountains. The only people I had mentioned that to were Haponski and Dyngwall. On the trips she came back with us, I was concerned about her not having anything to do. She did have something to do. She was fucking our pilot when we were not using the plane.



Okay, don't jump to conclusions. There's more than one 'Pat' in the world. Settle down.



My phone rang.



"This is Major Royal."



"Good morning, Major. I'm Kathy Thompson, in the White House Liaison Office. I'm Mrs. Wilkerson's assistant. We were told you would be in Washington today. Would you be available to stop by and chat with her?" Laura Wilkerson was my new boss.



"Of course."



"She will be available for 30 minutes at 1:30, if that's convenient for you?" She gave me the room number in the Pentagon.



"Perfect. See you then."



Shit. It wasn't far, but I needed to hurry.



After meeting and chatting with Mrs. Wilkerson, I saw my new office and decided to use the phone.



My first call was to the Commander of the flight detachment responsible for the General's airplane.



"Colonel Reed, this is Major Royal."



"What's wrong, Major? Suffering postpartum's?" He laughed.



"Actually, I haven't had time to fully digest what has happened."



"What can I do for you, Major?"



"I have a question for Major Dyngwall, but he doesn't answer his phone. Is he still here in Washington?"



"He's there somewhere. Probably at his new office."



"New office?"



"Yeah. He asked to be assigned to Andrews when General Manchester retired. His wife and kids are already there."



"How long have they been here?"



"A couple of weeks. Why?"



"No reason. Just curious. Do you know where they live?"



Pause



"All right, Major Royal. What's this all about?"



"Nothing, Colonel. I just want to chat with him."



"Bullshit. What's going on?"



Another pause.



"I have nothing concrete on which to base my suspicions, but there is a possibility that he and my wife are having an affair."



"Oh, fuck!"



So I explained the situation.



"Hell, that's pretty flimsy, Major. Is that all you have?"



"Yes, sir. For right now it is. Can you tell me if he has a history of conduct like this?"



"First of all, don't say 'conduct like this' unless you have proof. You can ruin a perfectly good career with false accusations."



"Yes, sir. I apologize. I'll rephrase the question."



"No need. The answer will be an emphatic, no. There's no way in the world he could have kept the job he had if he had anything but an absolutely spotless record. Not only would he not have kept it, he wouldn't have gotten it in the first place. You should know that."



"Yes, sir. I do."



"Terry, I think I know you well enough to know that you wouldn't make an accusation like this if you weren't pretty sure of yourself, but be careful. But, and this is a big but, if you find out it's true, let me know and I will pass it along to his new command. There's no room in the Air Force for people like that."



"Thank you, Colonel Reed."



Then I called Mandy again.



"I've been thinking, Mandy. Marlene wants to surprise me, but this is a huge step. I'd at least like to see what the house looks like on the outside. Give me the address and I will look it up on line and at least get to see pictures of it."



"Of course. This is fun."



Fun wasn't exactly the word I would have used. I wrote down the address.



"Good. Oh, by the way. Has Pat seen the house?"



"Yes. He saw it a few weeks ago. He loved it. Especially the pool. He said that would be your favorite part. They both laughed when he said that."



"I'm sure they did."



"The two of you must have some lively discussions at family get togethers."



"Why's that?"



"You being in the Army and him being in the Air Force. He was wearing his uniform the last time I saw him."



"I think our discussions are about to get a little livelier." I told her.



I made a third phone call.



"Chief Warrant Officer Folkes"



"Mr. Folkes, this is Major Royal."



"Jesus Christ, Major. Take a deep breath, relax and have a drink. You're not an Aide anymore."



I chuckled. "You're right, but it's all still too new."



"What can I do for you?"



Chief Warrant Officer Franklin Folkes had been in charge of the General's security detail whenever we were in the States. I had known him for years and liked him; but mostly trusted and respected his opinion.



"Frankie, I have a personal situation I need to discuss. Are you working today?"



"Of course, I'm working."



"I'm in the building (Pentagon) right now. Do you have a few minutes to talk?"



"Of course."



Ten minutes later, I was in his office and we talked. I told him what I knew so far.



We bounced some ideas back and forth and decided that our first order of business was to verify who 'Pat' was. We figured that once we found Marlene, she would lead us to him.



At 5:30 that afternoon, Frankie Folkes and I were sitting in his car a block away from the house in Vienna. The windows of his car were tinted so dark that nobody could see inside even if they stuck their noses against the glass. At 6:05, a car drove past us and pulled into the driveway of the house. Mandy was driving and got out. The rear passenger door opened and out stepped Major Shawn Patrick (Pat) Dyngwall. He scampered to open the front passenger door and Marlene stepped out. We moved the car slowly toward the house and were close enough to watch as Mandy led the way into the house followed by the two lovers. I watched as he put his hand on Marlene's ass as they walked to the door. She looked at him and smiled. I reached for the door handle.



"Don't do it." Said Frankie as he grabbed my arm and accelerated.



He stopped the car in the next block.



"What are you doing?"



"Let's wait and follow them."



As we sat and waited, I thought back. I read their texts weeks ago, but until I saw his hand on her ass and her acceptance of it, there had been a small part of me hoping that I was overreacting.



They were in the house about 30 minutes, then left. We followed them to the Wyndham Hotel in Alexandria. That must be where Marlene was staying. Mandy drove away. Marlene and Dyngwall held hands as they entered the hotel.



Frankie drove me to The Guest House at Fort Myer. He stayed until he was convinced that I wasn't going to do anything stupid.



I sat there trying not to think about what might be going on at the Wyndham at that very minute. Then another thought struck me. Who the hell is paying for what's going on at the Wyndham right this minute? I literally jumped for my computer and turned it on.



I signed on to my bank account and found that the checking account, which, a few weeks ago, had over $8,000.00 in it, now had less than half that. I started sweating ice cold beads of sweat as I went to the credit card accounts. We had four credit cards, which we always tried to pay off every month. Three of them were fine, but one was not. That particular card had a limit of $15,000.00 and now had a balance due of over $10,000.00. It was obvious who was paying for the Wydham. Me. I had assumed she spent some time with her sister. Maybe that was a false assumption. There were entries for a rental car. The statement also showed daily living expense items and a visit to an upscale lingerie shop. She bought a bra and pair of panties for almost $300.00. I hoped the adulterers enjoyed them. There were ATM withdrawals of $500.00 each. Twelve of them to be exact. I wondered what had happened to the maximum limit of cash you could take out per month. Either there wasn't one any longer or she had found a way around it. She was carrying around lots of cash, was hoarding money or had already made a sizeable purchase. I immediately cancelled the four credit cards. I still had one, which I had set up specifically for working with the General, which she could not use.



Then I went to my investment accounts. When I was a youngster, my brother and I had inherited some stock from an uncle neither of us knew very well. It was a nice surprise and my share was a bit under $400,000.00. It was now worth around $530,000.00. I loved my uncle...or would have had I known him.



When I logged in, I found that all was in order. I breathed a huge sigh of relief and changed the password so that she could not access the accounts.



I spent the rest of the evening trying not to feel sorry for myself and trying to figure out what went wrong with our marriage. The job, of course, was the major culprit. Military families have a rough enough time coping with deployments, low pay and slow promotions, but add to those adversities the additional hardships of extensive travel, long hours and life in a fish bowl and it is a miracle that any military families stay intact.



And it wasn't just Army families. All of the military services had the same problem. That made me think of Dyngwall's family. Colonel Reed told me that Dyngwall's wife and children were living here. Was he living with them or was he spending all of his time with Marlene?



I finally fell asleep and was awakened at 10 by my phone. It was Frankie.



"Terry, my boy, I have news for you. Last night at the club, I just happened to run into a few members of your former security detail. As you know, they're a pretty smart bunch and not much gets past them; but it seems that they were just as fooled as you were by your wife and Dyngwall, and they don't like being fooled. It makes them look bad. So they've invited themselves to partner with you in exacting a bit of revenge...if you will allow them; and to that end, even as we speak, one of our little 'band of brothers' is in the hotel room occupied by your wife and the asshole and is planting cameras and microphones."



"Well. I don't know what to say. I never knew..."



"We're family, Terry. We take care of each other."



"As a matter of curiosity, just how did he find out which room they are in?"



He just chuckled. "We'll keep you informed."



Keep me informed, they did. Three hours later I received another call.

<hr pg="3" />"The two of them just came back and they are in the room. We have a room just down the hall from them. Would you like to come and hang out with us for awhile?"



"Not really. Just let me know what's going on."



"Well, actually, there is something going on right now. They came into the room, she threw her purse on the bed and started calling you all kinds of names."



"Do you know why?"



"Sure do. Apparently, the rental car company wants some money and the credit cards have been cancelled. She's pissed and man, does she has a temper. She's throwing shit all over the place."



"That's the best news I've heard for some time. She took several thousand dollars out of the checking and credit card accounts. Wonder what happened to that?"



He started to laugh. "Apparently the boyfriend used it to put a down payment on a new Mustang. She told him to get the rental car company their money or he would be sleeping in that fucking Mustang."



"So it appears that all is not well in paradise."



"That's what it looks like."



"Good. Call me if you have any more good news."



I didn't know how long the guys were going to stay in that hotel room, but I changed my mind. I decided to join them.



I knocked on the door and one of them opened it.



"I don't know if you want to watch this or not, Major. It could be rough."



"That's okay. I don't care anymore. What's going on?"



"She was pissed earlier, but he started 'schmoozing' around and got her all worked up. Then they started fucking...er, ah...sorry, Major."



"Don't worry about it."



They were both naked and standing holding each other when I looked at the screen. She slid down to her knees and started to worship his 'boomerang dick'. She rubbed it all over her face. From cheek to cheek, across her eyes and over her lips. She opened her mouth and put her tongue in the slit at the tip of it. He jumped and squealed.



"Oh, fuck, Star. I love that." He said as she took the head in her mouth. He grabbed the hair on top of her head and held it as he started fucking her mouth. She stopped and tried to take her mouth off his dick. He wouldn't let her. She tried again and again he wouldn't let her. She reached up with her right hand and squeezed his balls. He yelped, let go of her hair, jumped back and at the same time he jumped, he slapped her. Hard. She jumped up and slapped him back. There was certainly nothing tender about these two. She has always had a temper, but I had never known her to be physical; and Dyngwall had certainly never shown any tendency toward violence. I was seeing a side of them I never would have expected.



"I told you never to do that again, you bastard. I don't like it." She went to the bed and sat down hard.



"I'm sorry, baby," He said sitting next to her, putting his arms around her and putting her head on his shoulder. "But you have no idea how good it feels when you suck me like that. I want it to last forever and at the same time I want to just fuck your mouth hard and fast so I can cum."



"Just don't do it again."



"I promise." Then they kissed. And again. His left hand went to her right breast and rubbed it. Pinched it. Kissed it. Sucked it. Licked it. And on and on. She may not like being face fucked, but she certainly enjoyed having her tits played with; a fact I knew from experience. She aslo enjoyed having her pussy touched, rubbed and explored. Another fact I knew well. But most of all she loved fucking. And that's what they did. She lay on the bed and opened her legs. He got on his knees between those legs and lowered himself until he was almost touching her. The curve of his dick not allowing him to go straight in. She moved her hand to touch it, turn it and guide it to her opening. As his dick started to slowly sink into her, she shifted her hips to accommodate it.



It was half in her when he suddenly lowered himself so that he was completely in her and their bodies were touching. Then they started fucking. The in and out started slowly. He would lift himself until he was almost completely out of her and she would force her hips down into the mattress; then they would both move their bodies toward each other allowing his dick to bottom itself into her and she would receive the full length of him. Then they would do it again. Slowly at first; then a little faster and faster and faster still until they both could take it no longer and exploded.



I watched and realized that the only emotion I felt was hate.



I stared at the screen formulating a plan. I never knew when Frankie entered the room. I only know when he tapped me on my shoulder taking me out of my fog.



"Sorry, Frankie. I was in another world."



"We could tell, but you should be listening to this." And he indicated the screen.



The lovers were lying side by side. She was slowly stroking him and he was slowly and gently rubbing her. She was talking.



"I wish we could have done this on the plane at least once. We could have been members of 'The Mile High Club'."



"We'll have other chances." Pause while they played with each other. She moved down and put him in her mouth. They both enjoyed the sensation for several seconds before she moved back up as before and stroked him with her hand.



"When did you know?" She asked.



"Know what?"



"That we would end up like this."



"The first time you stepped on the airplane. I saw you and thought to myself that I was going to fuck you some day."



"I knew on the second trip I flew with you. I was standing in the door of the cockpit with my headset on. I had just put them on and started to speak, but before I could, you spoke to Haponski and told him that I was prettier than you remembered from the first trip and that it would be nice to, how did you put it, ah, yes, to 'dip your wick in that fine piece of ass'. He told you not to fuck with anything so 'close to the flagpole'. You laughed and said 'pussy that pretty could would be worth a little trouble'. I knew then that you would be getting some of this 'pretty pussy'."



"And I did, didn't I?"



"You certainly did. Would you like to have some more of it?"



"Fuck yes."



And they started again. I didn't watch it this time. I left.



Thirty minutes later, Frankie called me. "You missed the best part."



"What do you mean?"



"They have lots of plans."



"What do they have in mind?'



"Well, it seems that they are going to get married and he is going to retire next year and fly for one of the international package delivery services."



"Other than divorcing me, what plans does she have for me?" That was the first time I had even considered the "D" word and it came out smoothly and without any bile attached to it.



He laughed. "They're both sure you know nothing about their affair. She convinced him that even though you asked her if she was having one, she acted so offended that she convinced you she wasn't. She only thinks you are pissed because you haven't been able to talk to her. That's why you cancelled the credit cards. She thinks that once she apologizes to you and fucks you again, things will be okay. She will talk you into buying the house with the pool. They think it's hilarious that you will be buying a house with a pool for them. She figures that in the divorce she gets it and you are broke. Then he can move right in."



"Sounds like they have it all figured out."



"They think so. She will be calling you tonight...if they don't fuck too late...or tomorrow if they do."



"Did they happen to talk about his wife and him getting a divorce?"



"Wasn't mentioned."



"Okay, Frankie. Have your guys stand down and get me copies of the stuff they have. I'm going to need them. Oh, and get me their receipts for what they've spent. I owe them big time."



"I'll get you copies of everything they have, but they won't send you a bill. They don't like seeing a brother warrior being fucked over."



I had copies of the videos two hours later.



I slept pretty well that night. The next day I went to the JAG (Judge Advocate General) Office on Fort Myer. They couldn't represent me in a divorce, but they could advise me...and I needed it.



While talking with them, my phone rang. I looked and saw it was Marlene. I ignored it. She left a message. After I left their office I sat in my car and listened to her message.



"Hi, Terry. I know you are upset, but I had some things I had to work out. Your assignment to Europe really took a toll on both of us and we never took the time to talk about it. I'm sorry I've been a bitch the last few weeks. It won't happen again. I want to come and talk to you. Give me a call, please. I love you."



I bounced between calling her and ignoring her. Ignoring her won. I went to the "O" Club. I ignored her second and third calls that evening. I also ignored her five calls the next day. She left a message with each call and each one sounded more frustrated than the last.



"Terry. Please call me. I want to see you. Please?"



At six that evening, I called her. It's probably an exaggeration, but it seemed like the phone hadn't finished its first ring and she picked up.



"Terry? Oh, thank God. I love you, sweetheart. When can we talk?"



"Before we talk, I want an answer to the question I asked you weeks ago."



"What question?"



"Are you having an affair?"



Pause.



"How can you ask that? Don't you know me at all? There's never been anyone but you, sweetie."



"When you are ready to tell the truth, call me. Not until." I ended the call.



Ten seconds after I hung up on her, my phone rang. It wasn't her so I answered. It was Frankie.



"Did you just call your wife?"



"Yes. Why?"



"You need to see this. I'll bring it right over."



An hour later, I opened the door for him. He handed me a video. She was on her knees with his dick in her mouth, her left hand tugging on his balls. When the phone rang they both jumped, she bit down hard on his dick, her hand squeezed his balls, he screamed and backed up causing his dick to fall out of her mouth, she let go of his balls, wiped her mouth and lunged for the phone and answered it all before the first ring ended. It was fucking hilarious. I watched it three more times and laughed so hard I cried.



"Terry? Oh thank god." At this point I saw her put her finger to her mouth indicating that Dyngwall should stop screaming from having his dick bitten. "I love you, sweetheart." She wiped the saliva off her mouth. "When can we talk?"



Dyngwall was nursing his sore dick. She slapped him on the side of the head and again put her finger to her mouth to silence him.



There was a pause while I was apparently talking and she had her hand over her phone's microphone and glaring at Dyngwall.



"What question?" At this point she sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for him to sit next to her.



Again, a pause while I spoke. She had indicated he should listen to the phone and she moved it so both of them could listen. They looked at each other. He mouthed the words. 'He's guessing.'



She nodded in agreement.



"How can you ask that? Don't you know me at all?" She looked at him and rolled her eyes. "There's never been anyone but you, sweetie." As she was talking, she changed the phone from her right hand to her left, cupped her right hand touching the tip of her forefinger with her thumb and started making up and down movements with her right hand like she was jacking off a dick. Dyngwall could hardly contain his laughter.



She continued to jack the imaginary dick until she ended the call. When she did she threw the phone on the bed.



"That son of a bitch."



"Don't worry about it. He's just guessing. If he knew for sure you would already have been served divorce papers."



"I guess you're right. Fuck him. Let's go eat."



At that point they started getting ready to go out.



I stopped the video and said to Frankie. "I thought I told your guys to 'stand down'."



"You did, but they want to finish the job and they will."



"Well," I said, chuckling, "I'm glad they stayed long enough to get that."



"That's not all they got. Lots more fucking if you're interested in seeing it."



"No, thank you. At least not unless they fuck each other to death. That I would enjoy watching."



We chatted for a little longer and he left.



The next day found me at the office of an attorney one of the Army Lawyers mentioned.



"She's going to get half of everything, you know. Regardless of what she's done."



"I figured as much. Start the paperwork anyway and let's get rolling."



And we did. I left the office and called Frankie.



"Frankie, I need Dyngwall's home address."



"Give me ten minutes."



My phone rang. "Yes, Marlene. Are you ready to answer?"



"Terry, sweetheart, how can you..."



I ended the call.



It rang again. It was Frankie. "I have the address." He gave it to me.



"Okay, thank you."



"You're not going to do anything stupid are you?"



"Not on purpose."



I parked in front of the Dyngwall home. I took the package off the seat next to me and opened the door to get out. As I did, the front door of the house opened and two young children rushed out with what appeared to be a present wrapped in bright paper with a big ribbon on it. They were followed by an attractive woman.



"Behave yourselves and only one piece of cake. No more."



She saw me walking toward her and waited.



"Are you Mrs. Shawn Dyngwall?"



"Yes. May I help you?"



"I'm Major Terrence Royal, United States Army. Your husband was our pilot in Europe."



"Yes, Major. I recognize the name. Won't you come in?"



We went in. She sat in a chair and indicated that I should sit on the sofa.



"What can I do for you, Major?"



"Your husband and my wife are having an affair."



A long pause while her face turned several shades of red. "Are you sure, Major Royal?"



"I have proof."



Another pause.



"What kind?"



"Videos." I indicated the package I was carrying.



She stood and looked out the window. Her shoulders moving like she was sobbing. I rose, went to her and gave her my handkerchief.



"Do you know where he is?" She asked.



"With my wife. They have been staying at the Wyndham in Alexandria the last few days."



"He told me had to go back to Europe and clean up a few loose ends.'



"He lied. They have been looking at houses together."



"You said you have videos."



"Yes. I have copies for you."



"Thank you."



"Mrs. Dyngwall are you all right? You seem to be taking this rather calmly."



She turned to face me. "I've had experience. This isn't the first time...but it will be the last."



I remembered my conversation with Colonel Reed and him saying that there was no way Dyngwall could have kept such an important job, much less have gotten it in the first place if his service record wasn't perfect.



"If he has done this before, how has he kept his job?"



"Nobody in his chain of command knew. It was a civilian technician when we were here before. He had been taking her to his parent's farm in Middleburg to have their sleazy little affair. It was always when his parents were on trips. The parents came home early once and found them in bed. Neither he nor the woman could afford any blemish on their records so I forgave him and we have tried to put it past us. Apparently it didn't work."



"I'm sorry, Mrs. Dyngwall."



"It's Lisa."



"And I'm Terry."



"So what happens now, Terry?" She took a couple of steps back. "I certainly hope you don't expect a quid pro quo."



"My, God, no. That never entered my mind. I have started divorce proceedings. It will probably cost me my new job, but that's fine with me. I wanted to tell you that I'm going to give a copy of one of the video's to your husband's boss. There's no way I'm going to let him fuck my wife and keep such a plum job."



We talked for awhile longer and came up with an idea. She made a call to her neighbor. And I called Frankie. Her kids would be taken care of for the rest of the day. Then we got in our respective cars and headed for the Wyndham.



The shit was just about to hit the fan.



We knocked on the door where Frankie's guys were. Two of them were still there. I introduced them to Lisa Dyngwall. They were unsure of how to act, but she put them at ease in short order when she explained our plan to them. Marlene and Dyngwall had just returned to their room. She, apparently, had to piss, so went immediately to the bathroom. She left the bathroom door and we could see her lower her slacks and panties, then sit and do her business. I had been married to her for 10 years and had never seen that. We both always closed the bathroom door when using the toilet. He walked to the balcony door and stood there.



Lisa said. "Ready?"



The rest of us looked at her, grinned and as a single voice said, "Yes ma'am!"



She reached for her phone.



We watched the screen and heard the ring as Dyngwall, in their room just down the hall, reached for his phone. Just then the toilet flushed and Marlene stood and pulled up her slacks. He looked at his watch and let the phone ring three more times before answering it. He indicated that Marlene should be quiet.



"Hello."



"Hi, Pat. What's up?"



"Lisa do you have any idea what time it is here?"



"Of course I do. I'm not as stupid as you think I am."



"Well, I have to be awake for an early morning meeting in just a couple of hours, so make this short."



"Okay, I will. I know what meeting you have, where it is and who it's with. I also know that you don't have to wait a couple of hours to meet her because she's already there. You're a bleeding, fucking asshole." She ended the call.



He looked at his phone. His eyes were wide open.



"What was that all about?" Asked Marlene.



"I think I'm fucked."



Before Marlene could say anything, I hit the button on my phone and Marlene's rang.



"Terry, sweetie, I'm glad you called. When can we talk?" she looked at Dyngwall with a bored expression.



"As soon as you answer my question."



"Terry, please don't hang up. I don't know what you are talking about. I'm not having an affair."



"Well, you better tell that to Pat Dyngwall, because I'm positive that he thinks you are."



The reaction was instantaneous and hilarious. She jumped, screamed, dropped the phone and fell on her ass all at the same time. Dyngwall's reaction to her was almost as funny. He didn't know whether to scratch his watch or wind his butt so he just slammed himself against the wall and used his hands to cover his family jewels for some reason. Neither of them knew what to say or do. He stood there staring at her with his hands still covering his jewels while she sat on the floor blubbering. In the meantime, those of us watching on the screen were laughing our asses off.



Finally, he tiptoed over to her.



"Wha...wha...who...?" He asked.



"I think I'm fucked."



"Wha...why...how...?" For someone the Air force trusted with flying their airplanes, this guy had a really limited vocabulary.



"That was Terry. He knows about us."



"He can't."



Struggling to stand, her frustration and anger starting to rear their ugly heads. "Well if he doesn't he certainly fooled me."



There was silence in their room until Marlene's eyes got wide and she said, "Oh, shit." As she rushed to pick up her phone.



I watched on the screen as she reached for her phone and put it to her ear. Then I spoke. "Oh, shit is right, Marlene, and you are correct. You are fucked."



"God damn it, god damn it, god damn it." She repeated as she finally turned her phone off.



Lisa came to me and low enough that nobody else could hear said, "I think I've changed my mind about the quid pro quo. Interested?"



Five seconds later we were out the door; but she stopped before we got to the elevator.



"Watch this." She trotted up the hall to Marlene and Dyngwall's room. She pounded on the door.



I was too far away to see it open or who opened it, but I watched as Lisa drew back her fist and threw a punch any professional boxer would have been proud of and it connected with whoever it was who stood there. She came bouncing back up the hall shaking her hand in pain and laughing at the same time.

<hr pg="4" />"Who was it?"



"My asshole husband. God, that felt good." Still nursing her hand.



I looked back up the hallway in time to see Marlene duck back into the room. Frankie called later and told me all hell had broken loose between Marlene and Dyngwall. Marlene started screaming at Dyngwall, and they accused each other of being careless and letting Lisa and me find out about them. Marlene's screaming and anger reached a point that they were actually fighting and hitting each other. The screaming reached such a level that the police were called and in the ensuing discussion with law enforcement, they were both arrested for resisting arrest and assaulting police officers. He said that he would save the video for me. I laughed and told him I would love to have it. I knew her temper would get her in trouble some day; and Frankie's guys had it on tape.



That night was absolutely the hottest night I have ever spent. Lisa was a tiger. Her body was perfect as were her instincts and desires. I had never had anyone anticipate my needs and desires like she did. Did I feel guilty? After all, we were doing exactly what our spouses were doing. Nah! Fuck 'em!



The next morning Lisa let it be known that this was a 'onetime thing' and was a revenge fuck only. Before she left, we exchanged phone numbers so we could stay in contact during the divorces.



She had no sooner left when Frankie called. He asked if I wanted a copy of the tape where Marlene and Dyngwall were arrested. Well, of course I did!



After Frankie delivered the copy to me, I opened a bottle Stella Artois beer and sat down. I watched the lovers yelling and screaming at each other. I had seen them trade slaps in the face before, but now I was seeing a fully blown knockdown, dragout fight. Lots of face slapping and closed fist punching...and hair pulling. At one point Dyngwall was actually dragging Marlene around the room by her hair. There was nothing funny about what I was seeing. This was a brawl. And it showed no signs of stopping. Their yelling attracted someone's attention because after just a few minutes I could hear a siren in the background and a couple of minutes later there was pounding on the door. Dyngwall shoved Marlene so hard she fell on the floor as he opened the door. Two police officers came in just as Marlene launched herself off the floor right at Dyngwall. She caught him with a slap to the face that made his head snap sideways. He returned the slap with a punch to her left jaw which sent her sprawling back to the floor from which she had just come. At that point, one officer grabbed him and put his hands behind his back while the other officer went to assist Marlene.



He reached down to help her up and apparently still dazed from the punch, she grabbed his arm and bit him hard. He jerked his arm away.



"Christ, lady. I'm just trying to help you."



"Fuck you! I don't need any help." She said as she stood.



In the meantime instead of cooling off, Dyngwall broke free and charged at Marlene.



"This is your fault you selfish cunt. I should have listened to Fred." An apparent reference to his co-pilot Captain Haponski. He said you were trouble. And he jumped for her again and was able to slap her before she could get out of his way.



The police officers immediately tried to get between them. The one who grabbed Marlene had grabbed her arms, turned her around and was holding her when she stomped on his foot, broke free of his grasp, turned and slapped him hard.



"Don't touch me you bastard."



"Look, lady, I'm just trying to help you."



"Fuck you. I told you I don't need any help." And she slapped him again.



"Okay, that's it. I was willing to overlook the first one, but now you're under arrest for assault. Turn around."



"Fuck you!" And she slapped him again. At this point he grabbed her by the wrist, and none too gently turned her around and put handcuffs on her all the while she was kicking out with her feet and kicked him at least once in the shin. While the fight between the lovers wasn't funny, seeing him hopping around in pain while trying to put handcuffs on her was.



In the meantime, the other officer had his hands full with Dyngwall. He was trying to get out the door and the officer tripped him trying to stop him. Dyngwall fell against the wall, righted himself, turned and faced the officer who was now approaching him. Dyngwall kicked out at the officer and kicked him in the nuts. The officer buckled and fell to his knees in agony. Dyngwall moved to the door, the officer grabbed his leg to stop him, but Dyngwall managed to break away, kicked the officer again and darted out the door.



He didn't get far.



Frankie and his guys were watching events on the TV in their room. When all hell starting to break loose, they headed down the hall to assist the police. They were, after all, and in a sense, fellow peacekeepers.



So the video showed Dyngwall running out the door and out of sight, but he came back into view in just a couple of seconds escorted by Frankie and one of his guys. The police officer then put him in cuffs.



If either Dyngwall or Marlene recognized the Army Security men, they didn't show it. They were too busy glaring at each other while cussing and accusing each other of being responsible for their predicament.



Again, there was nothing funny in what I saw. This was two desperate people who had made conscious decisions to cheat on their spouses and who, as a result of that cheating had apparently fallen in love to the point that they were looking at houses they wanted to live together in. But now their affair has been discovered and the love they thought they had has disappeared and has been replaced with temper tantrums, hate and physical violence I'm sure neither thought themselves capable of; not to mention two destroyed families and one wrecked career.



It was still early in the day so I called my new office to see if my boss was available to chat. She was, so I put on a uniform and headed to the Pentagon. She was in conference when I arrived so I went into what I felt was no longer my office and made a phone call.



"This is Major Royal. May I speak to Colonel Reed, please?



"Hello, Major Royal. How may I help you?"



"It's true, Colonel. My wife and Dyngwall are having an affair. I've seen them and I have it on video."



"Well, shit. I'm sorry, Major. I hate to hear that."



"Absent any better advice from you, I'd like to get a copy of one of the videos to his C.O. (Commanding Officer)."



"Sounds to me like the way to go. Let me get you his information." It only took a couple of minutes and I had Dyngwall's C.O.'s name and phone number. He was stationed at Andrews. I called for an appointment. When his secretary asked me what it was about, I just told her it was a personal matter.



By now, Mrs. Wilkerson was available so I gave her a rundown on my situation and told her that I completely understood if she wanted to find somebody else for the job. She told me she would take it under advisement and would get back to me in a day or so.



I headed for Andrews. I was about half way there and my phone rang. I looked and it was Marlene. I ignored it. She didn't leave a message.



I was ushered into the office of Colonel Thadius Johnstone, Dyngwall's C.O. He looked surprised to see me.



"When my secretary told me a Major Royal wanted to see me about a personal matter, I assumed she meant an Air Force Officer. How can I help the Army, Major?"



So I filled him in.



"What would you like me to do, Major?"



"I just thought you should be aware of the caliber of person he is. Admittedly, my wife is no better, but she doesn't wear a uniform. I know the Army would never allow me to have or stay in a job as prestigious as the one I just had or, in fact, the one I am currently scheduled for if I exhibited conduct unbecoming as Major Dyngwall has. Actually, the fact that I will be getting a divorce may very well disqualify me from the job. I have just come from filling my new boss in on my situation and I fully expect to be informed that my services are no longer required for that job."



"You say you have video?"



"Yes, sir."



"Any chance of getting a copy?"



"Absolutely."



"Major, I want you to know that I sympathize with you having to deal with the difficulty and personal embarrassment you will most likely have to endure as a result of this situation."



"Thank you, sir."



"Leave your number and I will contact you about getting a copy of one of those videos, if it becomes necessary. If Major Dyngwall doesn't deny the affair, I see no reason to have one. That will save you a little embarrassment, I hope."



"Colonel, I might mention at this point that both of them were arrested at the hotel yesterday."



"Do you know why?"



"Yes, sir. Assaulting a police officer."



He just stared at me and shook his head. "Well, that should pretty well end his career."



Good, I thought. The bastard deserves it. I was in my car when my phone rang. It was Marlene...again. I decided to answer it.



"What do you want, Marlene? Bail money?"



"What? Oh my God...how did you know?"



"I'll ask again. What do you want?"



"Terry, I'm so sorry and I want to talk to you. In person."



"Fuck you, Marlene. And fuck that worthless lowlife piece of shit you're with."



"I'm not with him anymore."



"Oh? So who's next on your 'fuck list'? The co-pilot? Or have you fucked him already?"



Actually, I had been giving some thought about how Captain Haponski fit into this whole thing. Did he know what was going on? Had she fucked him either to keep him quiet ...or, maybe, just for fun? If he knew what was going on and didn't say anything, I was going to have his ass. Further investigation was warranted.



"Terry, can we meet and talk?"



"Not in this lifetime. The next time I see you will be in court. I just need to know where to send the divorce papers. "



"Terry, I don't want a divorce."



"Less than 24 hours ago you and your lover were in a hotel room confident that you would be getting married and spending the rest of your lives together. Now you're telling me you don't want a divorce? Well, that's too bad because I do. I'll have the papers sent to your sister's house." I ended the call.



I still had lots of leave time left. Should I report to work early; assuming I still have a job? Or do I take a real, honest to goodness leave and go on a trip? Right now, the trip was winning.



The next day, I received a call from my new office. Mrs. Wilkerson wanted to see me if I was available. I assumed that had they wanted me to stay, a simple phone call would have sufficed. Wanting to see me indicated that my services were probably not needed. I put on a uniform and headed for the Pentagon. I was actually pretty happy; my first choice had been to go be with the troops and now it looked as though I might get it.



I was ushered right in to Mrs. Wilkerson's office where she asked me to have a seat. She immediately started telling how grateful she was that I explained my situation to her and how much better it was that I did thereby saving the office the possibility of any embarrassment in having the press make a big deal out of the fact that a member of The White House Liaison Office of the United States Army was in the middle of a divorce because his wife was having an affair with an officer in another branch of the service, etc, etc, etc. Whew! And she said it all in one breath; like she was in a hurry to get it all out.



The bottom line was that I was to report to my Branch Assignment Officer for reassignment. I smiled a big smile, thanked her and literally bounced out of her office.



That would wait. Right now I had to see my attorney.



The papers were ready to be delivered. Marlene would be served at her sister's house tomorrow...assuming she was there. Now it was time to call my Branch Assignment Officer. I did and was given my choice of Fort Carson, Colorado or Fort Bragg, North Carolina as my new, next duty assignment. It took about one and a half seconds for me to say Colorado. My leave was still in effect so I had almost a month before I had to report in. My new orders were cut and I had copies of them before close of business.



A trip was looking better and better. But where? The mountains were looking pretty good. My phone rang.



"Well, hello, Lisa."



"Hi. I was wondering if your attorney might be interested in taking my case as well."



"Don't know. I can ask or I'll give you her number and you can."



So I gave her the number.



"Thanks, Terry. Uh, would you be interested in having dinner tonight?"



"Of course. Where and when?"



And so it went. Dinner was great and she was dressed to kill. She told me that Dyngwall had called her several times and profusely apologized claiming that Marlene had threatened to accuse him of rape if he didn't have sex with her. He also told her that he had been told by his Commanding Officer that he had been taken off flight status pending an investigation into his conduct. Further, it was probable that his conduct at the hotel and subsequent arrest would result in a civilian trial and possible prison time.



Her response to him was 'Tough shit.'



The evening was perfect. I kept looking at her cleavage and remembering the perfect breasts the thin material of the dress was hiding. I drooled. She saw me looking and smiled. Then she took a sip of her vodka martini and jiggled her chest. Her breast movement confirmed that she was not wearing a bra. I took a deep breath.



She reached her right hand across the table and covered my left with it and spoke.



"I know I told you that the other night was a 'one time thing', but would you be disappointed if I changed my mind?"



I looked up, got our waiter's attention and said, "Check, please."



An hour later we were in her bedroom. At first I was hesitant to go to her house, but she said that her husband had never slept in the house. He had helped her pick it out, but she and the kids had made the move from Europe without his help and they hadn't even seen him since they moved in several weeks ago. Apparently he had chosen to spend time with my wife.



We stood facing each other and she asked if I wanted her to undress herself while I watched or did I want to undress her? Normally, there is nothing more sensual than watching a woman get naked, but this time I wanted to do it. I wanted to peal her clothes off one article at a time and touch the smooth skin and it was exposed. My heart beat faster as I turned her around so her back was to me. I reached for the zipper of her dress and started it on its downward voyage. I watched as her dress spread open to expose her back. I leaned down and ran my tongue down her spine imagining as I went that I could taste her perfume on her skin. I could feel her tense up as my tongue made its way down to the end of her spine. I turned her to face me and put my hands on her shoulders and started pulling the dress off her shoulders. My heart beat faster as more and more of her skin was exposed and the mounds of her breasts came into view until, finally, they popped out. Two, beautiful, perfect nipples. Hard and erect. I wanted to look in her eyes, but couldn't tear myself away from those marvelous nips.



My head moved to get closer to them and I could see her chest expand as she inhaled. My tongue reached out and touched her left nipple. She reached behind my head and pulled me to her forcing her breast into my mouth. When she did that I sucked hard and tried to get it all in there. I was in heaven and she appeared to be as well. Her breath was coming in short deep bursts.



I reached up and pulled her dress down to her hips. Then I put my hands on her waist and slipped my fingers between her skin and panties and slid my hands down over her hips and legs pushing her dress and panties to the floor. I then moved back and looked at her standing there in high heels with her dress and panties around her feet and ankles. She lifted her left foot and stepped out of them. Then she used her right foot to kick the dress and panties off to the side. I put my hands back on her hips and holding on to her lowered myself to my knees. My face was now level with her pussy. I stuck my tongue out and moved my head toward her. She saw what I was doing and put her hands on the back of my head as she had done earlier and pulled me to her. At the same time she spread her legs making it easier for my tongue to slide into her.



I breathed her, inhaled her and tasted her. Never had I been happier to be on my knees.



This went on for several minutes before she spoke.



"God, Terry. I've never felt anything like this. Don't stop. Wait. I've changed my mind. Stop...and let me lie on the bed then you can do it some more. Then don't stop."



She moved backward toward her bed. I stayed on my knees trying to keep my tongue inside her as we moved, but it wasn't working too well. The backs of her legs hit the bed and she fell backward and I pounced. I stood and got naked as fast as I could as she tried to help me and move to the center of the bed and spread her legs at the same time.



My dick was, as the saying goes, hard as a rock, by now. I moved to get on top of her. She reached for my dick and aimed it. I lunged and buried it deep inside her. As I did we both inhaled sharply. I didn't hesitate but started fucking her. In and out. Slowly withdrawing and quickly plunging back in only to repeat again and again.



My dick was home. This was where it belonged and it didn't want to leave. I knew because it just wouldn't stop fucking. In and out. Over and over. Until finally, it just gave out and couldn't move anymore.



And we rested. I've never smoked a cigarette in my life, but right then I wanted to puff on one; but I chose a breast and tried to inhale it instead.



Her neighbor had the kids for the night so there was no big hurry for me to leave, but we both thought it best if I didn't spend the night...just in case.



As I was leaving, I kissed her goodbye. "I've decided to spend some time in the mountains. Would you have any desire to come with me?"



"I'd be happy to come with you anytime, anywhere...if you know what I mean; but I can't go anywhere with you until after the divorce. I wouldn't do that to my kids." I reluctantly agreed that it was best that way.



I left Lisa's and started back to the Guest House. I was going to have to make some decisions soon. I couldn't stay there forever and since I was going to Colorado, I couldn't buy a house or rent an apartment here. Now, I also had to ask myself if I wanted to take a trip or stay close to Lisa.



I pulled into the parking lot at the Guest House. I got out of my car and before I could close the door, someone came up to me and spoke.



"Hi, stranger."



"Fuck you, Marlene." And I walked away.



"Terry, you're going to have to talk to me sometime."



"No I won't."



"Terry, please."



I stopped and looked at her. And waited. She walked up to me, touched my arm and spoke again. "I am so sorry. It shouldn't have happened and I will do anything to make it right. Anything, Terry."



"Anything?"



"Oh, God, yes. Anything."



"Then go to your sister's house and wait. Someone will be there today to serve you divorce papers. Sign them and send them back. That's the only thing you can do to 'make it right' as far as I am concerned."



And I walked away.



She was served at three that afternoon. I celebrated with a steak and a couple of bottles of Stella Artois...and a long telephone call to Lisa. The call was interrupted by her doorbell ringing. It was Dyngwall wanting to talk to her and see his kids. She told him to go fuck himself and slammed the door in his face. We talked for another 20 minutes. Well, actually, she talked and I listened. She spent the 20 minutes telling me that he was going to be served in another couple of days and how she was going to rake 'his sorry cheating ass' over the coals in their divorce. I ended the call by telling her that I was going to be leaving; probably the next day, headed for Colorado. She understood and asked me to please let her know when I got settled and to stay in touch. I promised I would.

<hr pg="5" />The next day I loaded my car with what few possessions I had, notified the Transportation section that my household goods would have to be forwarded to Colorado when they arrived, gave them copies of my new orders and I headed west.



I was in a hurry so I almost drove straight through. I stopped for a few hours of sleep at a truck stop. I signed in to my new unit and met my new boss, the Brigade Commander. He introduced me to the rest of the Brigade staff. He was not shy about telling them where I had spent the last five years. Most of them had never seen a Four Star General, much less almost lived with one for five years. I told the boss that I was looking for a place to spend some of my leave and he recommended Estes Park, a resort town not too far away.



Estes Park is a beautiful little city located next to a National Park and I loved it. I spent two weeks hiking, sleeping, eating and watching elk as they casually strolled the downtown streets. The library is in the middle of downtown and twice I saw elk lying on the front lawn there. I also saw some of the dumbest people on the planet. Some of the tourists, of which there were many, actually tried to encourage their children to get close to these wild animals to have their picture taken with them. Fortunately, the children were smarter than the parents and refused.



I talked to Lisa a couple of times during those two weeks and realized that I missed her.



Dyngwall had been served and wanted to fight the divorce until her (and my) attorney showed him a video I had given her. She also told me that he had been formally charged with assaulting a police officer and his trial was set. If found guilty he faced a mandatory minimum of six months in prison plus a fine. She expressed hope that the video which had been anonymously sent to the District Attorney's Office and showed the assault on both police officers by Dyngwall and Marlene, might be helpful to the DA at trial time. We both laughed. His career was, indeed, over and no company or airline would ever hire him. Not as a pilot, anyway.



I had also talked to my attorney who told me that Marlene had not returned the divorce papers. She had tried to call me several times but had apparently given up.



Marlene's sister did call me, however, and told me that Marlene had also been charged with assault on a police officer and her trial was also set. She wanted to know if I would either loan Marlene enough money to pay any fine she may be assessed or if I would allow her access to the investment funds I had changed the password to.



"Tell her to sign and return the divorce papers and, if she's lucky, the divorce would be finalized before her trial and she would have money to pay any fine." Then I added with a laugh, "She would also have money for her prison 'canteen' fund so she could support the big assed dyke who would 'protect' her from the other prisoners."



Of course the big assed dyke would expect sexual services in return for that protection. I laughed long and loud as I ended the call.



I had been on my new job for several weeks and was really enjoying it. Marlene had signed the papers so we were just a couple of months away from being divorced. I was going to be here for two or three years so I decided to look for a house to buy. Even if Marlene got half of the money my uncle left me, I would still have enough for a sizeable down payment on a very nice house. I called a real estate office and talked to an agent. I told her what I wanted and she was going to schedule some houses for me to look at over the weekend.



On Thursday, Lisa called.



"Hi, Lisa."



"Hello, Terry. How's Colorado?"



"Great. I'm looking for a house this weekend. How's Virginia?"



"For some reason, it's gotten a bit lonely over the last few weeks."



"It has?"



"Yeah, it has. Pat's parents have invited the kids out to their farm in Middleburg for a week before school starts. It will give them and Pat a chance to spend some time with the kids. I said it would be okay."



"Good for you. The grandparents have done nothing wrong."



"That's what I think. Anyway, they're picking them up today." A slight pause. "Would you like some company on your house hunt?"



"Are you serious?"



"Yes."



"I thought you said you couldn't go anyplace with me until after the divorce?"



"I changed my mind."



"When can you be here?"



"Tomorrow okay?"



She spent five perfect days with me. We even took time to look at some houses and I decided to buy the fourth house we looked at. Lisa approved of my choice...and it didn't have a pool.



When I dropped her off at the airport in Denver, she had decided that her kids would spend Christmas with their grandparents and she would spend it with me.



And she did. In my new house.



Former United States Air Force Major Shawn Patrick (Pat) Dyngwall and Marlene Royal both spent Christmas in prison.

