I was half way into my third deployment, the first one in Iraq and the second along with this one in Afghanistan. I had seen the promotion list for ad...ancement to the rank of Major and I was in the top five. ****************** MY CONVERSATION WITH ‘JACK’ After pouring a healthy three fingers of bourbon into a glass filled with ice, I told ‘Jack’ about the conversation I had with my wife, Maureen, just before my last deployment. My plan was that after getting promoted I was going to request an. My parents I think felt sorry for me. They let me into their world. It didn't happen all at once. It started by my dad talking mom into little things such as teasing and flashing, and also long family talks about why they enjoyed the lifestyle. It never felt dirty or crude, really it felt totally natural. I have to say this first, before going on. My parents had the happiest marriage I have ever seen, during and since. They had NO secrets from each other, and they were always hot for one. I pulled my fingers out of your mouth and let your hair go so I could grab my toys from the bag beside you, The first thing I pulled out was a set of vibrating nipple clamps and knowing how sensitive that your nipples were knew these would make you cry out. I reached round grabbing first one breast then the other and pulling the nipple hard I clamped them on to your hard nipples making sure they were vibrating hard. The noise coming from your mouth told me all I needed and I knew they were. Hours later glancing at mywristwatch I was amazed by how much time had passed. My stomach was reminding me with itspersistent growling of the apple, cheese and crackers that I had provided for the evening. Gettingup to retrieve my supplies from the mantle I checked that the candles in their deep glass sconceswere still safely burning and because of their large size should last the night. Grabbing thebaggies that held my snacks, I gave a final glance to the fireplace before settling back down.