It must have been in college when I first heard it: "The perfect wife would be a nymphomaniac that owned a liquor store." Well, as I learned, it ain't so funny. That describes my first wife.
I was on vacation when I met her. Darlene. We ended up in my room fucking. When we were done, she sucked me back to an erection and we fucked again. We went out and got something to eat and then went back and fucked again. We fell asleep and I woke up with her sitting on me, starting to take my erection up into her. She rode me and rode me until we both came again. We slept again and in the morning we fucked.
This went on for the five days left in my vacation. I learned that back home she lived relatively near where I lived so I arranged to move out and move in with her. We fucked every chance we got for months. I would go to work and she'd go to work and when I got home we fucked and fucked. Then dinner. Getting ready for bed we'd shower, then she'd suck me off and then I'd eat her to an orgasm and then we'd fuck. Maybe another in the middle of the night but certainly another fuck in the morning.
Darlene wasn't a raving beauty but she was attractive. At least to me she was. And her body wasn't movie star quality but was very good, all the right curves and pieces; mouth, breasts, ass, pussy. And she didn't have the tightest pussy in the world but my cock really felt good inside her. I also knew she was no virgin when we met. But, after three or four months of steady fucking I suggested that maybe we should formalize this. She agreed and we married. And we continued to fuck all the time.
The longer we were together the more I began to discover about her. We were both in our early twenties. She had an independent business, a liquor store. She either inherited it or someone gave it to her, from what she said. I finally got around to visiting it one afternoon when I had some free time from work. There was a female clerk but no sign of my wife so I asked for her. The clerk seemed a little nervous but said Darlene was there and she'd go get her. If I knew the place better, I would go get her myself but at that time, I let her do it. In a couple minutes Darlene came through from the back and greeted me and we kissed. She was a little flushed but it was her store and she was probably working so it didn't bother me. We talked just a little and since I didn't have much time anyway, I kissed her again and left.
As I learned later, she was in back fucking some guy. In fact, she fucked guys almost all day long. Her store didn't make much of a profit because most of the regulars not only fucked her, they got free booze. By the time I figured out what was going on and started watching the place I was flabbergasted at how many guys she fucked. or maybe sucked but knowing her, probably fucked. She liked sucking and getting eaten but what she really loved was a cock in her pussy. Over an eight hour work day, she tended to do four or five guys, some days even more. Most were regulars that came every Tuesday or Thursday or whatever the schedule was. Every once in a while a stranger would come in and since she was always in the mood, she'd get him out back pretty quick and get in another fuck. Her store never truly made much of a profit but it kept her happy.
I'm not sure of the technical definitions but to me, she was a nympho if there ever was one. She fucked the nearest cock as often as she could manage. Well, needless to say, we divorced. I doubt if it hurt her much. She just worked longer hours at the store to fuck more guys and make up for not having me at home to fuck in the evenings.
In some ways, it didn't hurt. I mean she didn't take me for any money or material goods. She let me know she'd prefer to keep me, it let her get in more fucking, but she didn't fight anything and seemed to understand that she could never be a man's wife according to normal rules.
But in many ways it hurt horribly. I truly decided women were all cunts, all evil cunts. I wanted nothing to do with them again. Which very quickly changed. I still wanted to use them, I just didn't want to commit to any, to leave myself open to being hurt again.
As I've since learned, there are tons of females that are attractive. Some percent are too skinny, a larger percent are too fat. At least too skinny or too fat for my tastes. But there are a huge number in between. Faces that range between o.k. and beautiful. Bodies that are in the right weight range and have all the requisite female parts. I mean, does it really matter if one girl's breasts measure an inch larger than another's as long as they're available for fondling and sucking. And does it really matter whether the pussies are smooth or hairy or big lipped or small, as long as they let you push your cock into them. I admit, the shaved ones with smaller lips are more appealing to me to lick and suck on but the final aim is to get my cock in there, regardless. And, some girls love to suck cock and some don't and I guess I prefer ones that do but still, the real aim is to fuck, so it doesn't make a lot of difference.
And just as I've learned that there are tons of females that are attractive enough, I've also learned that almost every one of them will, sooner or later, fuck. It's human nature. Some of them fuck sooner than others and some can hold out long enough that it just isn't worth investing any more time on them.
So that's what I did for five years, I fucked every female that I could, which was almost all that I tried to, and was dishonest with every one of them. I'd say whatever was needed to get them in the sack. I always used a condom. I was amazed that Darlene never caught anything or passed it on to me. I never seduced a virgin, these were all females out looking for a guy in one way or another. And once I fucked, I moved on. I didn't want them to get emotionally involved with me and, even more, I didn't want to get emotionally involved with them.
Then I met the one that became wife number two.
I visited one of our clients and the receptionist was this cute, little, slightly chubby blond. Then, after checking on the phone, she led me to the person I wanted to see and I realized that she wasn't chubby at all. Actually on the thin side. What had made me think she was chubby when I was looking down at her sitting at a desk were her huge boobs. She didn't show them off, dressed to hide them even. But this was a Dolly Parton; small, attractive, with way oversize tits. I got her name, Melissa, and started trying to date her. It took a while. She's very quiet. Shy. Always hangs back, doesn't push forward. She's also old fashioned, still lived with her parents. Basically hardly ever dated. She was never going to have sex until she was married.
It took months and four dates before I found out that much. We dated some more and I asked her to marry me and she agreed. The first night was something. For one thing, I had a hard time getting her to be naked in my presence. I convinced her that married people did that. She acted as if she knew she had to let me fuck her but she didn't expect to like it. So I started off slow, kissing her and fondling her, playing with and sucking on those lovely huge breasts. Then I ate her. That changed everything. She discovered that she loved it. Then I fucked her, going slow at first. She definitely was a virgin, blood involved. And she loved that, too.
It took a month or so before she was sucking my cock but as we worked up to that, we had sex about as often as it could be fit into the day. She liked it even more than Darlene had. I was as happy as could be. Here's this conservative, gorgeous female with a great body, absolutely fantastic tits, who is almost insatiable when it comes to sex. What could be better?
Well, her boss, a lawyer, moved her from receptionist to being his private secretary. And as I found out, his private whore. She was fucking him about as much as she was me. I think he got her to suck him before I ever managed to get her to suck me. She explained that it was all an accident. She was in his office and she slipped and fell on a couch and he fell, too, and ended up with his face in her pussy and she was enjoying it so much she helped him take her pants off so he could really eat her seriously. And then they fucked. And, well, it was just all so good that it continued on.
As the private fuck of a lawyer, I figured I was really screwed. But he was a lot more interested in getting to continue fucking her without his wife finding out than helping her bleed me, so I got out of that marriage clean, too. She didn't take me for anything but my ego. Two wives that each lasted only weeks before cheating on me.
I gave up. I didn't even try and find any stray stuff around for a year or so. What got me out of it was a client's wife. Margo was about forty, I was not yet thirty. Her husband was loaded and she was bored. She had a perfect body, toned with private trainers and enhanced as needed by surgery. She didn't want to break up from the guy giving her the good life but she wanted a little danger, a little sex on the side, and somehow chose me. We had almost a year of it when her husband came to me. He knew what was going on. He was willing to pay me a bundle to testify that I was fucking his wife so that he could divorce her and dump her with nothing. Screw her out of everything. Well, I liked the money a lot better than I ever liked Margo so I agreed.
Then Margo's attorney got to me. Just to prove a point, she'd pay me even more than her husband -- that is, if she could successfully fight the divorce and collect over double what she was willing to pay me. So, stupid me, I agreed. I was going to be really rich.
But her husband had all sorts of facts. Photos, private detective reports, testimony from others. He had never really needed me, I was just insurance that he'd win. Well, he won without me. Margo got zilch, which meant I got my partial share -- nothing. Well, nothing but a year's worth of excellent sex. And a growing realization that I was a schnook.
Then an interesting thing happened. My name was mentioned just once in the newspapers but I was talked about in gossip and several women, very attractive women, became interested in me. If I was good enough to keep wealthy Margo happy sexually, I must be pretty good and they wanted to find out if it was true. One, Ursula, a fairly high official in a company that was one of our clients, started things by asking me to her apartment for dinner. She wasn't young, around fifty while I'm now just past thirty, but like Margo she had a perfect body from both training and surgery. So I went for it and wasn't mistaken. We did have dinner but dessert was in bed.
Except for my two wives, I had gone for one night stands until Margo came along. I figured if a woman that was good enough happened now, I'd be willing to let it ride for awhile. Or really, I'd be willing to ride her for awhile. But before either Ursula or I could pursue things further a really hot one propositioned me. And it was a very open, straightforward proposition. I had a call from a woman asking to meet her at lunch that day. We agreed on a place and I went there. Diane was a beauty. A model. A working model at the moment. Red hair, beautiful face made up perfectly. A fantastic body. Just watching her walk into a room could give you a hard on. She wanted a real man. She wanted to fuck. She met all sorts of homos in her work and various slick men that turned her off. She wasn't married. She just wanted to get together for sex and said so directly.
I went home with her from lunch. It was sex as good as sex can get. In a way it was like hiring a whore, there was no foreplay. We just got undressed and got on the bed and fucked. She was wildly desirable. Great body, loved sex, pushed back and wanted more. She sucked me back to an erection and we fucked again. Then into the shower, feeling each other and getting aroused. I fully intended to let her suck me and then eat her but everything got so hot that, standing up under the running water, I held her one leg up to spread her open and pushed up into her. I pressed her against the wall and rammed into for what seemed like forever. She loved it. Then, after we washed and rinsed off and got back to the bedroom, I kissed her all over and ate her for as long as I could, hoping I would get erect again. I did. Incidentally, she was delicious, shaved and clean and very ready.
