What Happens Overseas Stays Overseas

in the military they say, "Don't ask, don't tell." Well you'll soon discover that it doesn't always mean what you think you mean.

Petty officer Green is a frustrated wife whose husband has only been able to give her a minute of pleasure in the last few years, on her six month deployment she finds satisfaction from the person she least suspects.

Petty Officer Mils is a semi-reformed player, Mils thinks he has finally ready to settle down with the one person he knows he can never have.

Seaman Johnson is a naive 18 year-old on her first deployment, who uses her looks to get what she wants. She soon realizes that always getting what she wants comes with a price.
Meet Green ...
Green

Finally. I didn't think he was ever going to stop. Look at him smiling like he did something. Hands behind his head like he just conquered the United States. Hell, the only thing he's done is make me want to take another shower. I mean, really, how can he not know how I like it after almost four years of marriage? I could understand if I haven't told him a thousand times, but I have. Still, every time it's the same thing. Three and out! That means three minutes and he's finished. I'm so frustrated with his selfish ass.
Now don't get me wrong--I love the fact that I can please my husband, but sometimes, I wish he would think about me.
Three-in, three-out. I know I'm exaggerating, but damn, can a sister catch a break? I do everything for him. I cook his food, wash his dirty-ass clothes, and clean up the entire house even though his lazy ass makes the biggest mess around here. All I ask for is him to think about me. He's got me to the point where I'd rather not have sex at all. That's all it is. Sex. Not lovemaking. Just "I got to get mine" S-E-X.
In the beginning it wasn't like this--well, not always. My husband used to hold my hand, open the door for me, and repeatedly tell me that he loved me. He used to take his time with me, touch every inch of my body, and make sure I knew how much he loved me. With each kiss, stroke, touch, and moan, I knew. Now it's, "Baby, can I have a quickie?" That's what he calls it, a quickie. His ass would look stupid if I get myself a quickie from that fine-ass chief on the boat that's always flirting with me. Shit, I'm still a good catch.
I'm only twenty-eight, I have a great Navy career, and just to let you know, before we got together I could have chosen any man I wanted. But, I chose him and look where that got me. Wanting.
Financially, my husband is the perfect man. He's a Navy contractor that takes care of home. Remember I said financially.
I can't believe how selfish a man can be. I wish I would have known he would turn out like this, because before we got married, he use to put it on me all night long. But, as soon as he put that ring on my finger, it slowly went from all night down to a minute or so every three nights. Like I said before, I love my husband, but I'm happy as hell my six-month deployment starts tomorrow.
Why, why, why couldn't he just let me get mine? It's a good thing I have Mr. Wiggles. Without him, I don't know what I would do. My three-inch stimulator has helped me reach that higher level every time Mr. Three-and-Out would finish his business. I would walk into our bathroom and give myself the orgasm my body so desperately needed to release. At least for the next six months I don't have to hear, "Baby, can I have a quickie?" Thank you, Lord.
You know what? I have half a mind to check-in tonight. No, I can't be like that. I'm going to try to give him another chance.
So, I look at my husband and say, "Baby, it's only eight o'clock. What else do you have planned for us tonight?"
He smacks his teeth and says, "Nothing really. Law and Order is about to coming on. Do you want to watch it with me?"
Law and Order? Now see, this is the shit I'm talking about. I'm about to go on a six-month deployment and all this selfish asshole wants to do is watch TV. He's pissed me off for the last time. I lean over to my nightstand and get a wipe to clean myself off. I was about to take a shower, but there is no way I'm getting out this bed until I tell this bastard off. I lose it.
"You know what? You're a sorry-ass excuse for a husband. The night before I leave, and all you want to do is watch TV. You know what? Take me to the ship! You can watch fucking Law and Order by your damn self."
Ed (that's my husband's name, by the way) looks at me like I've got something up my ass. "What's wrong with you now?"
"You!"
Sitting up in the bed, he asks, "Me? We just finished making love and--"
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