Debbie and I were an unusual couple. When we first met, I was 28 and looked much younger while she was 40 and looked several years older. Furthermore, I was in great shape from a healthy diet and regular exercise while she was obese and a smoker. It wasn't uncommon for people to mistake us for mother and son instead of husband and wife. I often joked with her that if the people who saw us in public together saw us behind closed doors, I'd love to see their reaction.
We met on one of those 900 number datelines, back before the internet was a big source of match making. I placed an ad, saying that I was looking for a BBW for casual dating. On a Friday night, I got home about midnight and heard Debbie's voice for the first time. She left a response to my ad, saying that she was a BBW who was very sexual.
I was so captivated by her husky, sexy voice that I called her back immediately. I knew she would likely be in bed asleep, but that's how crazy I went over her ad. She answered the phone and, based on how tired she sounded, I asked if I woke her up. She said yes. I asked her if she'd like to call me back the next day and she said yes. But despite my intent to hang up within a few seconds, we ended up talking for four hours, mainly about sex. We were amazed at how compatible we were in that area.
We had our first date the next evening. I picked her up at her apartment and gave her a dozen roses. She was introverted and a little insecure about her appearance but she needn't have been, because I found her just as attractive as I hoped. She was 5'6" and 230 lbs. with white hair and tan skin, both the result of working long hours on a tobacco farm for much of her childhood. Her hair was very short, not much longer than a buzz cut, but that worked very well with her face, and she had a wonderful smile.
We said our first "I love you" to each other just two weeks later and we married in a quickie ceremony just three months after we met. I moved into her apartment rather than of vice versa, since hers was more conveniently located. She was sterile, so tension over contraception failure was a non-issue. We decided that we'd consider adoption when we were ready.
Debbie and I turned out to be an even more amazing sexual match together than I expected. Though she had a very pleasant personality and was fun to be with, we didn't have a lot in common; not as much as I hoped I'd find in a wife. Furthermore, while she was fairly intelligent, she was not well educated, in contrast to me, and that came through and resulted in some communication gaps. And while I did love her, I didn't respect her because of her absence of self-esteem and the way she cared for herself.
But the sex was so amazing that it more than made up for everything else. Debbie was the first lover I had who was unquestionably a nympho. Sex was a drug to her and she never got enough. It was rare that we ever went a day without losing control and having sex like wild animals at least twice β usually once in the morning before work and once at night. And sometimes we would stay home all day on Saturday or even a whole weekend and stay nude the whole time.
Every time we had sex, I could tell by the look of sheer intensity on her face and in her voice that it was an obsession with her; that she was in her own world of passion and concentrating all of her energy into bringing both me and her as much sexual pleasure as possible. I never once saw her smile during sex. She was always all business. Even as much as I love sex, I never thought that I'd be happy in a marriage in which sex was the main thing. But with Debbie I was.