I awoke with a start, bathed in sweat. It was a humid night but this was a sticky, cold sweat. Instinctively my hand was drawn to my cock. It was hard and erect, as it was every morning. Except it wasn't morning yet.
I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. I could see it quite easily as the room was bathed in moonlight. Two thirteen am. Good grief. Now wide awake I breathed out slowly and turned to gaze at the prone form that lay beside me. Her breathing was shallow but steady.
Suddenly she turned, tossing off the covers as she did so. Throwing her arms above her head, she muttered something indiscernible as she spread her legs wide. Her full naked form lay before me and I could see that her nipples were as hard and erect as my cock.
Was she dreaming the same dream that had awoken me?
I turned on my side to make myself more comfortable while I watched Jeanie sleep. But her breathing had altered slightly and then I noticed that her legs had started to move. It was nothing major, just a very faint twitching movement brought about by the slight convulsion of her hips. I smiled as the pervert in me immediately suspected that her dream was sexual. But then it was over as quickly as it had started. Again muttering something indiscernible, she turned over, this time onto her side, presenting me with a view of her delicious backside.
I smiled as I took in the sight before me. Her ass was spectacular, round and full, a testament to the hard hours she put put in at the gym. In fact, to be honest, her whole body was spectacular.
My thoughts drifted back to when I first met her. I was with a group of friends, just out for the night when we hooked up with a group of women at a local bar. And Jeanie just happened to be one of them.
At the time in my life I wasn't looking for a relationship, I was just out to get what I could. But I was drawn to Jeanie the moment I laid eyes on her. She had a cute, bright smile that I found alluring.
Despite the fact I'm 6'2", I'm drawn to small women. Always have been. And Jeanie certainly fit the bill. I found out eventually that she was 5'2" tall and with a small frame, she certainly looked petite. But her body was curved just the way I like them.
I found out later that her breasts were a 32C, but on her narrow frame they looked colossal, especially in the tight fitting, cleavage inducing, low cut top she was wearing that night.
She wasn't stunningly drop dead gorgeous, but with straight blonde hair that came to the top of her shoulders, she had an attractive look that made her very appealing. Her legs were a great shape too, especially in her high heels.
We got on great that night and she agreed to a date the following weekend. I took her for a meal and then dancing. We didn't have sex; she told me that she never had sex until at least the third date; but I did get to fondle her boobs and tweak her nipples through her top, which just set her off. She kissed me so forcibly and buried her tongue so far down my throat that I thought she was trying to suffocate me.
Thinking that I was onto a winner, I got my hand up under her skirt and touched her panties and even though they were sopping wet, she refused to go any further.
She agreed to another date the following week and at the end of the night we ended up with her again trying to suffocate me with her tongue, whilst my fingers were busy, this time lodged deep inside her pussy.
She didn't take much persuading that our first meeting could actually be construed as the first date, thus satisfying her criteria of not having sex until the third. Long story short, we ended up in my apartment where we enjoyed a night of mind-blowing sex. The only problem was that I'm blessed with a big cock and she was quite small down below, which shouldn't have come as no great surprise I suppose. But with difficulty and with a little bit of lube, we eventually managed, and still continue to do so today.
Over the coming months we grew closer as we learned more about each other.
When I met her, Jeanie was thirty seven years old, although she actually looked much younger. I guess it was because she had a happy disposition and was always smiling. I soon learned that hadn't always been the case.
She was very open about her life. She hadn't lost her virginity until she was twenty four. It hadn't been a conscious decision to wait that long, it just sort of happened that way. A short, skinny kid growing up in a smaller town she didn't really blossom in looks or social skills until she went to a big college. There she joined a sorority, began to enjoy life and got her degree in Education. At twenty three years of age and having always wanted to teach she started in middle-school (grades 6-8) and had been teaching at that level ever since.
She married just weeks after her twenty fifth birthday, thinking that she'd found Mr Right. From the outset the marriage was rocky but over the years she tried to make it work even though it made her miserable.
Seven years in they thought a child would bring them closer together and make them a family. At the age of thirty two she gave birth to a son, Corey. But as is usually the case, the child wasn't the answer to their deep rooted problem and just served to drive the division deeper. They separated when she was thirty four and were divorced a year later.
Newly single she realized she had only slept with three guys in her entire life and resolved to alter that fact. Even before the divorce was final she dated a lot, though never getting too serious with any guy. She would later describe it as a time in her life when she was trying to sort of discover men and her fit with them.
She said she found the singles scene to be slightly depressing, especially with the men she hooked up with through the numerous dating apps she tried. Too many bad dates with men that turned out to be either boring morons, totally self absorbed creeps, or just complete and utter assholes. Despite this she still slept with a handful of guys over this time period, a fact she drunkenly declared later that she wasn't proud of. I guess she born to be monogamous.
I soon learned that she had a lot of energy, although she could get stressed pretty easily. But she was also very determined when she put her mind to something. A late bloomer socially she was now an extrovert and could often be the life and soul of a party. I also found her to be very opinionated although she was always respectful of others and never rude. She was a good, innocent person and a great mom who really lived for her son. Everything else was a distant second compared to him.
She also revealed she was not a fan of people who cheat. She also stated she was not into sharing, threesomes or anything risqué, in fact she was a bit old-school in her ways. She told me that she was a faithful person and had never cheated on her husband even though she was miserable in the marriage. She added that she would break up with a guy before cheating on him, although secretly I had my doubts about that. She was a woman. In my opinion all woman were susceptible to cheating if the conditions and seduction methods were right. I knew for a fact that many women can't handle alcohol and that in itself is a great aphrodisiac.
The cheating subject did crop up again in a later conversation. This time she told me that if she ever found out her boyfriend or husband (and I'm not sure if she was dropping hints here) was cheating then she would feel that she was entitled to cheat too. And definitely would. I said I understood where she was coming from but I would never cheat on her, so it would never be a problem.
When she met my family, my mom thought she was perfect for me. I think she'd always been disappointed that I had never settled down and married. She wanted more grandchildren, apparently the two my sister had given her weren't enough.
For my part, I was thirty six years of age and at 6'2" towered above Jeanie. I was of medium build, weighing in at around one eighty. I went to the gym occasionally; not as much as Jeanie; but seemed to have one of those bodies that just burned the excess fat away naturally. Who knows, maybe that will alter when I reach my fifties.
I had a decent job, making good money as a qualified accountant, working for an organisation that was large enough to need it's own book-keepers rather than outsourcing the work to a specialist company. It kept me busy, although at times it was particularly tedious and unfulfilling, and sometimes involved trips away for a few days.
I'd had a string of women through the years; having an above average sized cock certainly helped, although I thought of myself as a pretty nice guy anyway; but never one I clicked with as much as I did with Jeanie.
I was pretty open about my past but the only side of me that I didn't reveal to Jeanie was my love of erotica. I don't know why I never told her about that. Perhaps I thought it would disgust her, and she would consider me to be a pervert and break up with me. But it was something that had started back in my teens. As soon as I reached puberty I became obsessed with the female form, especially when my sister first began to develop boobs.
Now don't get me wrong here. I never lusted after my sister sexually, it was just that it gave me clear, up front knowledge of the female body and how it changed so quickly as her curves began to develop.
I began writing erotic stories when I was in my twenties. Just short stories that I posted on a couple of erotic literature websites. I had a vivid imagination and the stories just seemed to pour out of my mind, so much so that the casual observer who didn't know me, would probably label me a pervert and using it as a substitute for sex.
However, nothing could have been further from the truth. I was getting loads of sex. So what did I care. I just didn't want the whole nine yards. Marriage, kids, house, picket fence, responsibilities, mortgage, bills, debt. Not for me thanks!
My sex life with Jeanie was really good when we finally became comfortable with each other and our bodies. She is very sexual and loves to have sex; when she touches my cock her eyes light up. Her nipples are fairly large buds and she is immediately turned on when they are touched. She can cum just from them being played with. She loves when they're pinched and nibbled on and sucked. And she becomes wild when her clit and nipples are played with while she rides on top.
When I finally enter her she will sort of lose her mind when I put her legs up and hammer into her while she's on her back. She says it's because she feels that she's not in control, worried about how she will respond, and she says she's very ticklish in that position.
She's not big into doggy style, I think that's because of our difference in size. She's also not big into anal play, and neither am I so we don't explore that. She certainly lets me know in no uncertain terms when my fingers come too near her ass.
But boy, does she get turned on from kissing. She just loves kissing. She also has a sweet spot in middle of her back, and she's ticklish below the tummy.
Anyway, I thought I had the perfect relationship with Jeanie, but recently I had just started to feel that something was awry. I couldn't put my finger on it. It wasn't the frequency of our sex life. Jeanie never left me wanting and never denied me. Even when she couldn't; for the obvious reasons; she would still blow me, although it was always a struggle to get my shaft too deep inside her mouth. To do that she had to be really, really drunk.
I was never one to brood, but with Jeanie it was different. I had a connection, of that there was no doubt, and I had bonded so well with her son Corey and I didn't want to lose that. But it had reached that point in our relationship where something had to give. I felt that I either had to marry her or split up with her.
I'd sort of run around the edges of my concern without being too specific when I broached the subject with her, but she just said she was fine as things were. She was happy with her life and with me. She didn't see what my problem was. But for me I had reached the point of no return. Marriage or breakup. I just couldn't bring myself to tell her.
