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5-STAR POSTS!!     |
12/11/2012
Preface to a Happy Life
It seems the only way to do this story justice is to put it down in brief chapters. My wife and I have been married for 30 years. Although things are somewhat tame these days, I long for what I call the good ole days, and maybe this story is my attempt to live vicariously through a really hot history.
I am one of those guys who adores, perhaps even worships the work God did when he created woman. He made them look good, taste good, smell good and feel good; what’s not to worship. When I look at the creation that is woman, all I can think is, I’m not worthy, except maybe as a devoted servant, taking direction and doing everything I can to please my love.
To any guy who might read this history and feel a twitch in their crotch, all I can say is, explore the possibilities regarding pleasuring your woman. It’s not a coincidence that they were created with the capacity for multiple lovers.
CH.1
My wife Emma and I were in our early 20s when we started dating. She was the sister of my roommate. She was cute and had a fantastic ass. She was dating other guys and I was dating other girls, but I developed a huge crush on her and found myself fantasizing about shoving my tongue into her beautiful ass.
Eventually we went out and I fell in love with her. In no time we were an item. I was between girlfriends when I finally asked her out, but had to win her away from two guys who were pursuing her. About two months into the relationship she was over one night and we were drinking beers. A few beers into the evening she suggested we go to my room to talk. She sounded uncharacteristically serious.
She was wearing a very short skirt that night, the first time I had seen her in a dress. How sexy. Once in my room she sat on the bed and I sat on a chair next to the bed. She said she needed to tell me some things.
She knew by then that I loved going down on her, and I had taken some chances regarding revealing my perverted tendencies, even though I was often afraid of scaring or turning her off. I loved to leave her panties on, pulling them to the side when I licked or fucked her. She asked why and I told her that I loved the satiny feel and loved her scent on the panties even more. Since that didn’t seem to bother her, on another occasion I told her it was even more stimulating when I could smell traces of her pee on her panties, which happened once when she had a bad cough and a small accident.
I assured her it was okay, and that her pee smelled sweet and sexy. She said, “I’m glad you like it.” I told her that she probably changed her panties more often than she needed to, and she smiled. I wanted to tell her that I fantasized about having her give me a golden shower, but that was too bold, and too soon I thought.
After that it seemed her panties were pissy smelling more often, much to my delight. I was truly in love and lust with this woman, and couldn’t help but notice how much she enjoyed sex. I really appreciated the way she milked every drop when giving me head and swallowed as if she loved it. Was it an act? Was she just trying to please me? If so she was a good actress.
When she asked me to sit and talk I was afraid she was breaking up with me. I have a wildly talented tongue, and loved to bring her off with it, but have a smaller than average dick and did not make her cum when I fucked her. I was afraid this had become an issue.
She sat on the bed and her skirt hiked up giving me a good shot of her panties. It occurred to me that she knew exactly how excited the view made me. What she said next gave me the impression she was beginning to understand how kinky I am.
“I’m sorry but I didn’t do my laundry and didn’t have any clean panties to put on.”
“I obviously like that,” I said.
“Yeah, I know, but we did fuck last night, so they’re pretty dirty, and probably stained.”
“I will probably like that even more,” I said.
“You’re such a perv,” she said, “but look, I need to tell you some things before you hear them from someone else.”
I was pretty sure I knew what she was going to say. “I love you,” I said. It was the first time I had said it to her. “Your brother said you were a huge slut in high school. I didn’t know what to think about that, but I told him that was high school and we were all sluts then.” I really hated the double standard thing. But the more I thought about it, the more the idea of having a girlfriend who had been a slut turned me on.
She came over to me and kissed me hard. She said, “I love you too, I’ll be right back.”
She left the room and came back in a couple minutes. She sat back on the bed and asked if I really liked the smell of her pissy panties. I said yes and she said, “good, cause you’re out of toilet paper.” Was she testing me to see just how kinky I was, knowing that if the answer was very kinky it might put her in a controlling position. It has been my experience that really kinky women were a rare breed. I Would look back later and wonder if her every move was grooming me for a submissive roll. Was she basically catering to my fantasies to control me.
She leaned back on the bed, resting on her elbows. She pulled her legs up, raising her knees and giving me a lovely view of her pantied pussy, all the while maintaining eye contact, and watching my reaction to the view. I was mesmerized. I could see the stains from the previous evening’s fucking and the wet spot from her recent piss. She always wore white panties, so the stains really showed. I was rock hard. “Come here and smell my panties,” she said. “If they’re too dirty I’ll take them off.”
I now believe she knew exactly what she was doing that night. She was reeling me in, for one thing, but also analyzing the degree to which she might take control of the sexual side of our relationship, something she eventually did, with very calculated and graduated moves. She suspected I was a slut lover, and I think wanted to begin exploring the extent of that. I think she suspected from the start that her past was a turn on for me. I didn’t ask questions about her past for fear that she might think I had issues with her sexual adventures, and I didn’t. I wanted to hear about her exploits, but my desire was purely voyeuristic.
I couldn’t scoot quickly enough to the bedside. I was on my knees and pushing my nose against her panties, in fact right on the wet spot. I inhaled deeply, feeling a rush of endorphins as I did. I was getting high on the smell of her. She probably noticed my eyes rolling around in their sockets. I kept taking more deep breaths through my nose without commenting, as if I couldn’t decide if her panties were too dirty.
I pulled her panties aside and shoved my tongue in her pussy. At this point, if there was anything disappointing about her, it was that she wasn’t as wet as some of the women I had been with, but she made up for it with her love of sex and apparent compatible level of kinkiness. Her pussy tasted wonderful.
I moved from her pussy to her clit and worked my magic. She came a few times, another wonderful thing about her, then pushed my head away and asked me if I could please lick her ass hole. She was clearly taking chances too. I replied, “Please don’t ever say that again. You shouldn’t be asking, I should be begging. Babe, may I please put my tongue in your beautiful ass.”
You will probably hear the word “compatibility” more than once in this story. Fantasies that I hadn’t even considered at that point would prove to be in sinc with her desires. It would become more evident as time went on, and I realize now that we were both playing it a little safe in the beginning, not wanting to scare the other off but testing the water all the same.
“I need you to put it in as deep as you can and lick real good,” she said. What a dream come true, I thought. I had always wanted to lick a beautiful girl’s ass, especially one as shapely as hers, but this was my first opportunity, and she had actually asked for it. I loved it the way I had always thought I would.
After three or four months in the relationship I felt like I had found my soul mate. We got our own place and moved in together.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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It seems the only way to do this story justice is to put it down in brief chapters. My wife and I have been married for 30 years. Although things are somewhat tame these days, I long for what I call the good ole days, and maybe this story is my attempt to live vicariously through a really hot history.
I am one of those guys who adores, perhaps even worships the work God did when he created woman. He made them look good, taste good, smell good and feel good; what’s not to worship. When I look at the creation that is woman, all I can think is, I’m not worthy, except maybe as a devoted servant, taking direction and doing everything I can to please my love.
To any guy who might read this history and feel a twitch in their crotch, all I can say is, explore the possibilities regarding pleasuring your woman. It’s not a coincidence that they were created with the capacity for multiple lovers.
CH.1
My wife Emma and I were in our early 20s when we started dating. She was the sister of my roommate. She was cute and had a fantastic ass. She was dating other guys and I was dating other girls, but I developed a huge crush on her and found myself fantasizing about shoving my tongue into her beautiful ass.
Eventually we went out and I fell in love with her. In no time we were an item. I was between girlfriends when I finally asked her out, but had to win her away from two guys who were pursuing her. About two months into the relationship she was over one night and we were drinking beers. A few beers into the evening she suggested we go to my room to talk. She sounded uncharacteristically serious.
She was wearing a very short skirt that night, the first time I had seen her in a dress. How sexy. Once in my room she sat on the bed and I sat on a chair next to the bed. She said she needed to tell me some things.
She knew by then that I loved going down on her, and I had taken some chances regarding revealing my perverted tendencies, even though I was often afraid of scaring or turning her off. I loved to leave her panties on, pulling them to the side when I licked or fucked her. She asked why and I told her that I loved the satiny feel and loved her scent on the panties even more. Since that didn’t seem to bother her, on another occasion I told her it was even more stimulating when I could smell traces of her pee on her panties, which happened once when she had a bad cough and a small accident.
I assured her it was okay, and that her pee smelled sweet and sexy. She said, “I’m glad you like it.” I told her that she probably changed her panties more often than she needed to, and she smiled. I wanted to tell her that I fantasized about having her give me a golden shower, but that was too bold, and too soon I thought.
After that it seemed her panties were pissy smelling more often, much to my delight. I was truly in love and lust with this woman, and couldn’t help but notice how much she enjoyed sex. I really appreciated the way she milked every drop when giving me head and swallowed as if she loved it. Was it an act? Was she just trying to please me? If so she was a good actress.
When she asked me to sit and talk I was afraid she was breaking up with me. I have a wildly talented tongue, and loved to bring her off with it, but have a smaller than average dick and did not make her cum when I fucked her. I was afraid this had become an issue.
She sat on the bed and her skirt hiked up giving me a good shot of her panties. It occurred to me that she knew exactly how excited the view made me. What she said next gave me the impression she was beginning to understand how kinky I am.
“I’m sorry but I didn’t do my laundry and didn’t have any clean panties to put on.”
“I obviously like that,” I said.
“Yeah, I know, but we did fuck last night, so they’re pretty dirty, and probably stained.”
“I will probably like that even more,” I said.
“You’re such a perv,” she said, “but look, I need to tell you some things before you hear them from someone else.”
I was pretty sure I knew what she was going to say. “I love you,” I said. It was the first time I had said it to her. “Your brother said you were a huge slut in high school. I didn’t know what to think about that, but I told him that was high school and we were all sluts then.” I really hated the double standard thing. But the more I thought about it, the more the idea of having a girlfriend who had been a slut turned me on.
She came over to me and kissed me hard. She said, “I love you too, I’ll be right back.”
She left the room and came back in a couple minutes. She sat back on the bed and asked if I really liked the smell of her pissy panties. I said yes and she said, “good, cause you’re out of toilet paper.” Was she testing me to see just how kinky I was, knowing that if the answer was very kinky it might put her in a controlling position. It has been my experience that really kinky women were a rare breed. I Would look back later and wonder if her every move was grooming me for a submissive roll. Was she basically catering to my fantasies to control me.
She leaned back on the bed, resting on her elbows. She pulled her legs up, raising her knees and giving me a lovely view of her pantied pussy, all the while maintaining eye contact, and watching my reaction to the view. I was mesmerized. I could see the stains from the previous evening’s fucking and the wet spot from her recent piss. She always wore white panties, so the stains really showed. I was rock hard. “Come here and smell my panties,” she said. “If they’re too dirty I’ll take them off.”
I now believe she knew exactly what she was doing that night. She was reeling me in, for one thing, but also analyzing the degree to which she might take control of the sexual side of our relationship, something she eventually did, with very calculated and graduated moves. She suspected I was a slut lover, and I think wanted to begin exploring the extent of that. I think she suspected from the start that her past was a turn on for me. I didn’t ask questions about her past for fear that she might think I had issues with her sexual adventures, and I didn’t. I wanted to hear about her exploits, but my desire was purely voyeuristic.
I couldn’t scoot quickly enough to the bedside. I was on my knees and pushing my nose against her panties, in fact right on the wet spot. I inhaled deeply, feeling a rush of endorphins as I did. I was getting high on the smell of her. She probably noticed my eyes rolling around in their sockets. I kept taking more deep breaths through my nose without commenting, as if I couldn’t decide if her panties were too dirty.
I pulled her panties aside and shoved my tongue in her pussy. At this point, if there was anything disappointing about her, it was that she wasn’t as wet as some of the women I had been with, but she made up for it with her love of sex and apparent compatible level of kinkiness. Her pussy tasted wonderful.
I moved from her pussy to her clit and worked my magic. She came a few times, another wonderful thing about her, then pushed my head away and asked me if I could please lick her ass hole. She was clearly taking chances too. I replied, “Please don’t ever say that again. You shouldn’t be asking, I should be begging. Babe, may I please put my tongue in your beautiful ass.”
You will probably hear the word “compatibility” more than once in this story. Fantasies that I hadn’t even considered at that point would prove to be in sinc with her desires. It would become more evident as time went on, and I realize now that we were both playing it a little safe in the beginning, not wanting to scare the other off but testing the water all the same.
“I need you to put it in as deep as you can and lick real good,” she said. What a dream come true, I thought. I had always wanted to lick a beautiful girl’s ass, especially one as shapely as hers, but this was my first opportunity, and she had actually asked for it. I loved it the way I had always thought I would.
After three or four months in the relationship I felt like I had found my soul mate. We got our own place and moved in together.
 TAKE MY WIFE |
 FUCK ME |
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