My 2nd wife.

[wayne]

My Second Wife – Chapter One.

Her name is Tina. I met her on the occasion of graduation of the class of 1968. We were both freshmen. Tina was new in town, long blond hair, blue eyes, small breasts, and legs that went all the way up. A truly beautiful girl, if one can apply ‘beautiful’ to the 9th grade. (As I was to learn later, she did not have a pubic bush. It was more like a pubic National Forest.)

I was in the high school choir. We sang our songs and the graduation experience rolled along as the Seniors received their diplomas amid speeches and the kind of bull shit we have all come to understand attends a high school graduation. I slipped out the back door, put fire to a Camel, and enjoyed my short vacation from “the establishment” … it was the 60’s after all.

For some reason I will never understand, Tina followed me out the back door. We stood together, next to a large parking lot where the buses spent their nights. The first words she ever said to me were, pointing at my nose, “You’re way up there.” She thought I was ‘snooty’ because I had not spoken with her. The truth, of coarse, is that as a 9th grader I was afraid of her beauty. I was not the Alfa Male; I was just a singer in the choir and a player of the tuba. But she was the kind of girl that high school boys have wet dreams about.

The summer of my freshman year followed; I worked at my father’s truck stop, fueling big rigs, busting truck tires; at the time it had the largest canopy in Arizona; at least that is what was on the business cards. The work was hard and I didn’t like it very much, but dad was adamant that I work at his truck stop. He was also adamant that I not ‘bother’ the gasoline mechanic; dad wanted me to do something “clean” for a living and didn’t want me to become a mechanic. The mechanic would, once in a while, send me across the parking lot to the “King’s Arms” for a “Boston” coffee … mostly milk with a little coffee in it. It was next to the “King’s Inn”, a motel on old highway 66 that catered to truck drivers and the occasional lost tourist.

When my sophomore year began, I did not take wood shop or home economy or any of that bull shit; I took choir and band and the required classes. The band room (and the choir room) was one story above the wood shop and on the tale end of the girl’s gym. There was a large stage there but it had been blocked off years before and no longer served as a stage. On each side of the stage was a staircase that led back to the gym floor.
Also, on the other side of that quarter inch of plywood was the girl’s locker room.

The Man from U.N.C.L.E. was a big show in those days. Spies on TV and James Bond at the movies … it fucked with my head a little and one day I decided to try my luck. I was charged with closing the windows (on the 2nd floor) in the band room every day. One day I left the window next to the fire escape ladder unlocked. I went home, got a brace and a ¾ inch bit, and waited.

About 6 PM no one was at the high school except the janitors. The sun was still up, so dressing for night was pointless; clad in my Levis and tennis shoes I snuck back to the school, (an entire block away) climbed the fence, then climbed up the fire escape to the window I had left open and into the band room. I pulled the window closed and quickly made my way onto the closed stage in the girl’s gym. Then I applied the brace and bit … and there it was. A nice eye sized hole right into the girl’s locker room.

The janitor chose that moment to mop the band room … I ran into a closet that held the choir robes, blue and gold, and waited until my heart settled down, then snuck out the front door of the band room, down the stairs, over the fence and home.

A couple of days later I had the chance to put my eye to hole … and there she was.
Tina … naked, just getting out of the shower … a massive pubic bush growing between her legs … the other girls tired to cover their bodies but Tina couldn’t have cared less … she walked around the locker room naked, like she was proud of it, and was all of 15 years old at the time.

I got an eye full and then retreated. A few days later a fellow named Stacy, who was actually gay, got caught with his eye to my new hole. Poor Stacy was suspended for a month … he worked as a bag boy at Safeway and later snitched me off to my sister … told her I smoked cigarettes to “relax” … she ratted me off to my parents and I caught hell for it.

Stacy caught AIDS a few years later, and died from it. He did not live long enough to attend our 20-year reunion.

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[wayne]

My 2nd wife – Chapter two.

Tina became a cheerleader. Long blond hair, long legs, I can clearly remember several times when she could not join the choir because she was too horse from cheering for the football team, which, it seems, never managed to win a game. The high school from Henderson Nevada would show up once a year, kick our collective ass, and then bus home like nothing had happened.

When I was a junior, one day in the summer, Tina showed up at my mother’s door.
She was accompanied by Bill and Dean and was wearing the shortest cut off’s any girl could ever wear and not be arrested. Tina was a big flirt and was “showing off” when she knocked on the door. My mother had a cow over it, which was silly because there was no room left in the freezer …

The three of them stood there, on the porch, Tina barely dressed, teasing me because I was not with them at that moment … my pal Bill (the other tuba player) and Dean (the Drum Major) turned into Jello just to be with her. I spoke with them for a few minutes and when they left my mother began screaming that they were drunk (my mother lived in a “fantasy” world where no one gets laid unless they are married). I defended them just a little and my mother grabbed an 8x10 photo (the nearest breakable object) and broke the glass over my head. I bled all over her carpet. She was very pissed over it. The photo was, as I recall, of my sister and her ‘born out of wedlock’ daughter.

Tina was “engaged” to a Mexican guy who’s name escapes me. There was a pool hall downtown, about 2 blocks from the house, which was converted after the mortuary moved to a new location. I was in there one afternoon and so was Paco. He managed to stick the butt end of his cue into my ribs, and then gave me hell for being in his way.
He was a foot taller than I was, a year older, and outweighed me by 60 pounds, so fighting him directly was out of the question. But he drove a ’57 Chevy, which ended up with 4 flat tires later in the day.

One afternoon Paco and Tina stood in the alley behind my house, necking and feeling each other. My mother was in the kitchen, watching the show, and expressed some sympathy over that. I am not actually fond of my mother, but that was one of the few times she was worth having as a mother. (When I was a little kid, in kindergarten,
I would walk home for lunch. She would put my feet in the oven, feed me tuna sandwiches and mushroom soup and read “Bridy of the Grand Canyon”. That is my only other fond memory of my mother.)

A few months later he got a letter from Richard Nixon … “Greetings” from the President.
His name is on the wall.

When we were seniors we had a pal named Steve. Steve was the co-Valedictorian of our class, (the other co- was a girl named Naomi) and eventually became nothing special. The last I heard he was working for the Arizona DPS as a crime lab guy. But one night when Steve’s parents were out of town I scored some wine and the three of us sat in front of the fireplace and drank it off. When the wine was gone we broke the glasses in the fireplace. (Not sure why we did that but Steve insisted it was traditional to bust up the glasses.) Then we escorted Tina home, about ½ a block, and stood in the street under a streetlight listening to her parents giving her hell for being late. Her mother spent about 30 minutes calling her a “dumb blond”. As it turned out, this was a big problem for Tina.

After Poco kicked the bucket Tina began dating Eddy, and I was dating Donna. We were only 90 minutes from Vegas and it was common to pick up the girls, drive to Vegas, have dinner, and then drive back. When Eddy and I did that, I would drive the first shift, while Eddy and Tina were in the back seat. Then Eddy would drive home, while Donna and I were in the back seat. One night Donna and I were fucking in the back seat and Tina happened to look back there, was startled that we were fucking, and spent the next half hour watch us.

I eventually eluded the draft by joined the Marine Crops and married Donna. Donna is a “puffy” and was really fun on the beaches in North Carolina. Donna liked see-through swimsuits (those Danskin bras and panties) and more than once the entire platoon and I would take Donna to the beach and enjoy the show. We lasted seven years, almost to the day, but Donna turned out to be a “God fearing woman” and I was still just me, so …

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[wayne]

In 1976 I was looking for a job and the Navy was hiring.

I ended up on the USS PLUCK, MSO 464. The Pluck, and the other minesweepers of that class, were wooden hulled boats commissioned during the Korean War. The Pluck was actually older than I was and it was a terror in anything like a heavy sea. It was home ported in San Diego, so the liberty was good; I can’t actually complain.

I made rank pretty quickly and became the first enlisted man to stand Command Duty Officer, in port. That meant that while the Captain was away, I was the boss. It was fun.
I had to run a damage control drill every night but I had fun with it; did stuff that was out of the ordinary.

One night I was sitting in the Ward Room, watching television, and got called to the quarterdeck over a phone call. It was Tina.

She was married to some farmer from North Dakota and was way bored. A couple of weeks later I took a few days of leave, drove to Phoenix, and took them both to dinner.

One thing led to another. I knocked her up, she got divorced, I left the Navy and started going to Arizona State, we had a daughter, then we got married.

Tina is a natural exhibitionist. About the first thing I did was to mow down the forest and she kept it that way for several years. She started, kinda on accident; to let my dad see her naked. I was pretty good with that, my dad was a sweet old guy and deserved a break
… Then we advanced to a local nudist place on the weekends. She used to lay out in the sun, on her tummy, with her cheeks pulled open so all the world could see her ass hole.
She was really into that, and who was I to complain?

Then it started to become a problem. One day, in the spring, I was on the roof putting new cooler pads into the cooler. She got naked, put on one of my white shirts, left it unbuttoned, and climbed up the ladder to the roof. So there she stood, naked, on the fucking roof … in my shirt, so that all the neighbors could see her.

Honestly, I am a pretty liberal guy where stuff like that is concerned, but that one freaked me out. We had done the “go to dinner without panties” thing a few times; we went to a Cardinal’s game once when they were playing San Diego in pre-season and she left her underpants at home … but it was fucking hot in that stadium that I don’t think anyone actually noticed. She was about 6 months pregnant.

One day she decided to do the laundry at a local Laundromat, which was a touch stupid because we had a washer and dryer in the house. So there she is, in front of about a hundred people, doing the laundry. When the first load finished drying, she dumped the 2nd load into the washer, striped to the skin, put the cloths she was wearing into the washer, started the washer, and then sorted through the stuff that had come out of the dryer to get dressed.

I wasn’t sure how to deal with that. The thing is, you see, that if she had been arrested for that shit in Arizona she would be considered a sex offender for life … not good. And she
was a grade school teach to boot … we’re talking instant big problems here …

I took her into the desert several times and let her and the kids run around naked, but that didn’t do it for her. She wanted the thrill of being naked in public. She needed it, I guess.

Eventually she started giving blowjobs to her Priest. I got off work early one day, came home, walked into the house, and there she was, squatted naked on the living room floor with a Jesuit dick in her mouth. That was more than I could deal with and eventually we split the blankets.

I suppose, in hind sight, that I should have taken her to nude dance club and let her get her jollies that way, but I cannot, honestly, see any happy ending to this.

[ABFJV]

Good story, bet you wish you had some of that back now. Don't you? I love wives who exposed themselves but, to me, it needs to be in a controled environment, age appropriate, and not offensive to those viewing. Mine does and we have a ball with it and then have hot, sweaty sex.

[xxxxenophile]

Originally Posted by Wayne

In 1976 I was looking for a job and the Navy was hiring.

I haven't heard of many people who were in 2 services. Thanks for the interesting tale! Sorry she went too far (in your view) with her showing off...