We pretend we don’t know, they pretend we can’t read their medal racks and count the purple hearts.” She paused. “But the other wives, they go... it wrong. They let their fear take over and steal their time with their man.”She suddenly focused on me. “You can’t let that happen. You gotta hold on tight, take every moment. You gotta do whatever you can. Be what you should be.” A sudden smile lit her face. Her voice shifted oddly, from the crackle of redneck bonfires and beer, to the sound of money,. She told me that she wants this to be completely discreet. So I agreed saying, I’m very discreet and she could trust me, she was convinced.She’s married and her hubby is working in the forces and hasn’t had sex in a long time. So she wants it to be good.We kept chatting and chats started getting naughty and dirty. She was telling her tits were 38 and she asked for a picture of my cock, I sent it to her and she was impressed, was telling me she wanted me to smash her ass really hard and she. She is frantically pumping it in and out of her pussy while still bent over.Looking over at the men, I am afraid one of them might have a stroke. One man has pulled out his cock and is jacking off unashamedly. Standing up, he approaches Tanya. Shit, is he going to fuck her right there? I want to holler at Tanya to run but Mark holds me back. She is too close to losing it for her to even notice his approach. Then the man stops about a foot from her. The look on his face tells me what is coming. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. I've got him hand washing allthe lingerie in the house. I honestly think that he believes his sissypanties and pink lacy lingerie is the same kind of underwear every womanin the world wears. We sat on the couch the other night looking throughthe Victoria's Secret catalog and I showed him that most women wear a morecomfortable cotton bikini or panty brief, and not the little girl rhumbapanties he wears all the time.He keeps his bras in the second drawer. I know, isn't.