I couldn’t take my eyes off her and it seemed mutual because she was staring at me and looking at me from head to toe.She broke the silence when she...said, “Mister you sure get into your work because you are a mess.”That’s when I looked at myself and saw that I was filthy dirty and then my recent activities came back to me and I muttered, “Yes I have been doing some serious cleaning of this old house.”She said, “I guess so, it certainly shows” and giggled, which caused me to blush but I’m sure. I pulled her pants and boxers down, spread her legs and began to lick her clit. I heard her inhale sharply, and I knew it wouldn't be long before my mouth was filled with her warm juices. I increased the pace and changed the direction of my tongue, and her breathing intensified. I took her clit into my mouth and gently sucked, and a moan escaped her lips. I slid two fingers inside her and realized just how wet she was. I quickly found her g-spot, applied pressure and stroked it, but slowly. “Last one in’s a sissy!” I couldn’t resist the temptation to peek at him between my legs. He had turned his back and was actually unbuckling his belt! “Go ahead. I’ll be right behind you.” Well, to make a long story short, I ran in and Jamie did follow a few moments later. Wearing his Jockey shorts. He seemed to have responded to my earlier teasing, so I decided to carry it a bit further by splashing water in his face, grabbing his legs underwater, and other such silliness. I shouldn’t say it. As a full Lieutenant, I was able to afford to buy a decent house on Confederate Dr. in Pensacola and settled in to an unspoken arrangement with MaryAnn. She could do what she wanted and I would too. The only rule was she had to be discrete. I did not want to find out who she was fucking and I wouldn’t tell her who I was. It wasn’t a modern “open marriage.” It was more like the military in the 90’s—”Don’t ask, and don’t tell.”In early 1976 MaryAnn’s mother moved in with us. I never got along.