Subj: Re: A sex story YOU have to write!
Date: 5/05/03 19:00:55 Eastern Standard Time
From: PJcocoa
To: Alexis in Alaska

Dear Alexis,

The darnedest thing happened this week! You remember that Smoking story you wanted me to write? Remember how I got credit for two stories just by publishing the e-mails we exchanged about "Why I Couldn't Write That Story"? Well, "Jack" of Jack and Jill from "Smokin' Hot Sex, Too" reads ASSM and ASSTR!

He recognized me from the story. I mean, "Duh!" I write under my own name, not a pseudonym, but he said he wasn't sure it was me until he read the "Smokin' Hot Sex" stories. He said that was the giveaway.

We exchanged a batch of e-mail the last couple of days. He told me I recently missed a reunion of the crew of the sub we were on together (I already knew, I'm on the reunion mailing list), and we chatted about people we knew and swapped lies about how well we're doing now.

As with most of my Navy friends, we lost touch when one of us transferred. In this case, me. After the next patrol, I transferred to a Fast Attack sub. Unlike the Boomers (missile subs), attack boats only have one crew, they're at sea a lot more, and their schedule is irregular. That visits havoc on friendships and not a few marriages.

My marriage to PJ survived; Jack's marriage to Jill didn't. I'm cutting and pasting from his last e-mail. He gave me permission to turn it into a story, but I'm not sure it's my cup of tea. Maybe you can give me a hand.

Anyway, after changing ALL the names, here's what he sent:

<snip personal stuff>

So anyway, Jill and I divorced about a year after the stuff in your smoking story took place. I blamed you for a while but got over it. None of it was your fault, I just needed to blame somebody and you weren't around by then. What I really mean is that I blamed that stupid "Smoke-enders" routine you and Peej came up with, but that wasn't the problem either.

The real problem was that I was eight years older than she was, and my sex drive was slowing down. At the same time, hers was hitting its peak. All the smokers anonymous thing did was accentuate the facts. I thought she was happy. Between regular daily sex, plus toys and oral sex, I figured we had the difference in drives under control.

I got complacent. You talked about the schedule in your story. You were emphasizing the "off-crew" period when our crew was home for 95 days. You didn't put any emphasis on the 105 days when we were away and the other crew was home for 95. <The difference of 10 days is because both crews overlap on board the ship for 5 days on either end for turnover and change of Command - gj>

Well, it turned out that Jill had "Blue" and "Gold" husbands. You remember Willy Longfellow? Probably not, he was in my division on the other crew, not yours. I didn't find out until the crews combined for decommissioning the next year, but he was living at MY house and sleeping with MY wife while our crew was at sea!

Jill must have thought it was perfect. Except for turnover, she always had a "husband" seeing to her needs, taking care of the car, doing the little chores around the house like water heater repair and so on. I thought my wife was resourceful - there was never any broken stuff waiting for me to repair, like I heard so many guys complain about.

I suppose she was resourceful, in her own way. Since one or the other crew was always on the ship, there was never any chance of my running into him sneaking out the window or anything. Plus, we had that house out in <small CT town in the sticks - gj> with no close neighbors, so they pretty much got away with being together full time.

I suppose if the wives' club had been more active, like they were when we were home, she might have had to juggle her affair more, and I might have found out sooner. As it was, she could beg off getting together often because of the long drive, and she did stay in touch.

Like I said, I didn't know anything until the crews combined. Both Willy and I were slated to take her into the yards for decommissioning, so we were both home at the same time. That's when Jill's arrangement began to come apart.

She liked being married to me. I was a Senior Chief with good prospects for making Master Chief. Willy was a Second Class up for First for the third time. The house was mine. I inherited it from my grandfather, paid up. With me at home, Willy lived on the ship or in the barracks. What she liked about Willy was that he was five years younger than she was and (as I found out later) better endowed. That was the part she was unwilling to give up.

You might remember that the base hobby shop was fairly outstanding, as hobby shops go. She said she was taking up pottery. She used the molds to make ceramic busts and figurines and so on. After I saw a few, I thought that was pretty neat and decided to join her. After all, the family that plays together...

She got maybe six nights over three weeks before I joined her at the hobby shop. Her first efforts while we were there together didn't turn out as well as some of the stuff she'd brought home, but I bought it when she said I made her nervous. I worked at another table, mostly, but I was there and she couldn't just leave.

She used Wives' Club business a couple of times, but the COB <"Chief-Of-the Boat": Senior Enlisted man aboard, works directly for the Executive Officer -gj> and I were good buddies and his wife passed schedules directly to me to give to Jill, so I had too much information for that to work.

Worse from their perspective, I made out the watch bill, and Willy was in my duty section. His nights off were my nights off. Actually, I stood duty one day in six to his one in three, but he was never off on a night when I wasn't.

The next ploy was "nights out with the girls." She explained that while the ship was out (meaning our crew, of course), she'd gotten used to an occasional night out with just her female friends. "You know, just window shopping or getting together to bitch about our husbands. Girl stuff." I asked why she didn't get enough of that at the Wives' Club meetings. She said the combined crew Wives' Club had a lot of women she didn't get along well with.

Gar, I never understood why she didn't just call it off. She could never explain it later, either. I mean, she'd had an affair, but she'd been discreet. Now I was home almost every night, and the situation that had permitted and abetted her discretion was gone. She went out only twice before one of the girls she claimed to be out with called to say "hi."

I always said momma didn't raise no fools. I didn't even give a twitch when I chatted with Judy. I busted Jill's alibi for the previous outing as well without ever arousing Judy's suspicions, and promised to deliver a message. I'm guessing that Jill never expected her friends to call because it was a toll call where we lived.

So now I had suspicions. I suspected my wife was cheating on me, but I had no idea with whom. I decided to follow her next time she went out with the girls and find out.

When she got home that night, I was watching from the upstairs window with the lights out. Only the porch light and living room lights were on. She parked her car next to mine in the drive, and then walked over to a mud puddle from the last rain, knelt, and dropped sideways in the mud, careful not to dirty her purse.

I was in bed feigning sleep when she came upstairs. She went straight to the shower, mumbling. I "woke up" and asked her what happened. She said she'd been startled by a raccoon and slipped and fell in the mud. It was a convenient excuse not to come near me and to throw her clothes straight into the washer. Now I was sure she was washing off evidence, and she'd explain away any bruises by her "fall."

The next day, Willy put in a special request chit for a duty swap on Saturday, four days away and my next duty day as well. Nothing unusual about that - you remember, guys did it all the time to get long weekends. I approved it without a second thought about Willy. I DID have second thoughts, but about myself. I put in my own chit with the Div-O after finding someone to swap with. (In my case, I swapped $100 with Chief Jurgens.)

The next thing I did was take care of my pick-up truck. Jill'd spot it a mile away. One of the missile techs had a junker for sale, so I told him I wanted to test drive it overnight, and he could drive mine while I had his. His was a nondesript Ford POS. Perfect.

Come Miller time, I left the ship only minutes after Willy and two-thirds of the crew. Typical last minute crap every supervisor deals with, plus I changed into civvies. Even with the delay, I was cruising up the pike just about at my exit when Willy's Trans Am blew past and took it ahead of me. He must have stopped for gas. That was my first inkling of whom it might be - I couldn't think of any reason he'd be headed out our way.

There was no way the MT's Ford could keep up with a Trans Am, so I never got close to his tail. When I got to our place, I parked alongside the road and walked up through the woods. Sure enough, Willy's TA was behind Jill's Cutlass in the drive. I was so pissed, I used my TL-29 to cut away the valve stem on the driver's side front tire.

I took my shoes off on the steps, then went in. Living out in the country, we almost never locked the doors. Jill hadn't tonight, either.

Did you ever visit? I'm sure you did, we used to have cookouts when the weather was good. I'm sure you and Peej had been out more than once. Do you remember that the only air conditioning was a window unit in the master bedroom and another in the den? We normally had all the windows open when the weather was tolerable.