Chapter 55: Making Babies

A couple of times a year I would take my accumulated leave and take Marilyn away for a no-undie vacation. She began asking me about children again, and I just kept practicing. Finally, around Christmas in 1980, I gave in to her and said yes to a baby. She had argued that in nine months I’d at least be at Sill and a captain, so we should start sooner. Mind you, she was giving me a hummer at the time, so my brain wasn’t completely engaged, but I went along with her argument. She promised that we would start in a few days, since she was currently out of commission. I just nodded and put her back to work and then I put it out of my mind.

About a week later, I came home to the apartment and found the shades were all drawn, so the room was dark, but about a dozen candles were lit, giving a soft glow to the room. Marilyn liked scented candles, but I could live without them. The smell was too powerful for me. I decided to hold my complaints. I wasn’t entirely sure what Marilyn had in mind, but I was really starting to think I was going to enjoy it. Occasionally, especially during the support cycle, when I got home at a normal time, she would greet me at the door in a nightie and heels. Maybe that evening was going to be ... interesting. I sat down and glanced around the room.

I heard the click of high heels coming down the hall from the bedroom and suppressed my urge to jump up and look around. Marilyn had obviously been planning something. She said, “Welcome home, Lieutenant Buckman,” and then came around the corner into my view. She was carrying a glass of champagne in one hand and a bottle in the other. What really caught my eye, though, was what else she had on. Her outfit wasn’t a nightie, but something even more eye-catching. She had on my mess dress uniform!

Well, sort of. She had on my jacket, which was short, only coming down to her waist, and open, being held closed by a chain, and she had on my officer’s cap. That was about it for the uniform. Otherwise she was wearing a pair of completely transparent black panties with ties on the sides, a garter belt with black fishnet stockings, and black high heels. She had also brushed her hair out, put on a lot of the jewelry I had bought her, and spritzed on some perfume. My eyes were bulging out, along with my pants, and I felt like stammering. “Holy shit!” I whispered, as much to myself as to her.

“Lieutenant, your wine.” Marilyn handed me my glass and set the bottle on the table beside me.

I glanced at it briefly. About half the bottle was missing, which meant that my wife had already been sampling it. I smiled at her. “Been into the champagne already, have you?”

She pouted and knelt in front of me. “You don’t mind, do you? Should I make it up to you?” Marilyn reached out and began fiddling with my belt.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, that’s a good idea.” I was staring down at her. I must have seen her naked a thousand times before but seeing her like this was like seeing her anew all over again.

“Drink up, darling,” she chided me, and as I sipped my champagne, she got my belt open and then opened the buttons on my fly slowly, taking her time as she slowly unbuttoned them - very slowly! Marilyn was really dragging the torment out! She stopped with my pants and undid my shoes and pulled them and my socks off. After that she stood up and came around behind me, to remove my jacket and tie. Then she leaned over from the side and began nibbling my ear. This caused the uniform jacket to gape open, but when I moved to touch her, she chided me and said it was all about me, and I should just sit there and enjoy. I argued that playing with her would be very enjoyable, but she just smiled and said to behave myself. After that she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled that off, leaving me in only my briefs.