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It was Taco Tuesday at the bar near Joint Base San Antonio. The four young wives of enlisted men were on their second round of margaritas. Their husbands had been gone four months, and wouldn't be home for another eight.

"I cannot go another month without getting laid," complained Glenda Townsend, a school teacher.

"I've almost forgot what cock feels like," added Morgan Hennessey, a nurse at the base hospital.

"Do men still have cocks? It's been so long," whined Meredith Sanders, a sales rep for a medical supplies company.

"I'd take the touch of a man, not even his cock, but his tongue would be nice," smiled Nanci Bourdeau, also a nurse.

"We need to do something," they said an hour and two more margaritas later. As they left the bar along the Riverwalk, in walked an officer they knew. Major Landon was with a much younger woman, whom they knew was not his wife.

He didn't see them in the crowded restaurant.

The following week, they met in the same bar; same time. They were all in their twenties. They started the same bitching as last week. "Ladies, remember last week when we were leaving and Major Landon walked in?" Morgan asked.

"Of course, that woman he was with was hot," Nanci reminded them.

"Girls, we're hot. We could find men like that," Glenda assured them.

"What are you saying?"

Morgan spoke up. "After last week, I've been thinking, why don't we have a little contest. Everyone throws fifty bucks in the pot; winner take all."

"Ummm, that's almost enough for a spa day; at least a mani-pedi," Glenda said, "but what's the contest?"

Morgan: "how about this, whoever beds the highest-ranking officer wins the money?"

There were gasps.

Meredith: "You mean cheat? I've never been with anyone but Jerry, but I am so horny."

Nanci: "Who's going to judge?"

Morgan: "No cheating. I mean no cheating in the contest. We're all on our honor. The officers have to leave a sample of their DNA inside us. The contest will last, let's say two months."

There were more gasps. Glenda interrupted, "the boys are in South Korea. I've heard that the women there can't leave American guys alone."

"Glenda, that's because they have a thing for black men," Morgan added.

"Yeah, because we all know black men have . . ." Nanci interrupted.

"Not all of them, Nanci. Not all of them." Glenda knew exactly where they were going, said the only black woman in the group. Her husband was in fact, very well-hung, but some of the black guys she dated before she was married, not so much.

"Morgan, so you're saying that we fuck these officers; they leave their cum in our pussies and whoever fucks a general wins?"

"It doesn't have to be in your pussy, Meredith," Morgan smiled.

"Oh Morgan, you are a nasty girl. Remember that honky-tonk we were in a month ago?" Nanci brought up a night where they'd gone to a bar outside

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