I am a married man who used to enjoy a satisfying sex life at home. This true story is my way of reminiscing and reliving those fun erotic times with my wife.
My wife's brother and I grew up together. We played in a band together and we were close friends, so I spent a lot of time at his house. He had a cute sister, and being there all the time gave me the idea -- and opportunity -- to pursue her. I chased Patty since we were just kids, but for the longest time she wouldn't even give me the time of day. So as time passed, I moved on.
I met another girl, Maryann, and fell madly in love with her. We seemed to be a very compatible couple and we talked about getting married. Since I was still close with Patty's brother and their family, they would invite Maryann and me to cookouts and other casual get-togethers. Maryann and Patty sort of became "friends" and Maryann even asked her to be in our Wedding whenever we decided on a date.
Things were going along fine between me and Maryann when, after a revelation from "God", (that's another story) she suddenly broke off our "Engagement". I was devastated and went into a deep depression that caused everyone to worry about my state of mind, and had them hoping that I wouldn't do anything drastic.
I moped around for months, but as the pain lessened I started to think that eventually I'd be able to move on. I had done it before and I could do it again. But I also believed that I'd probably never find that one special girl, so I decided to just have fun and make the best of any opportunities that came my way. Playing in a band was usually a vehicle for getting laid regularly, and I had some luck with the "groupies", but I had "stiff" competition from the guitar player who attracted most of the attention from the girls.
However, one New Year's Eve, friends and family attended a party at a club where my band was playing. At midnight, during "Auld Lang Syne", it's traditional that boyfriends and girlfriends, (or husbands and wives), share a kiss for luck in the New Year. Well, I was completely floored when Patty came up to me and kissed me. What just happened? She had never shown any interest in me -- whatsoever. I was more than a little intrigued and excited.
That night, after we were done playing, the band and some of our friends had been invited to the guitar player's house to keep the New Year's festivities going. Midnight signaled the end of the gig, so we just had to tear down and pack up before we headed to his place for the after-party.
Much to my surprise Patty approached me and said that she'd like to go to the party with me. How could I refuse? We went together and had a great time. That turned out to be our first date. In the following months, we spent a lot of time together and had a great time going out together to dinner, movies, amusement parks, etc., and things were starting to heat up between us.
The first time Patty and I had "sex" was at my house. My parents had gone to bed and we were alone in the living room watching TV. We started off sitting on the couch but we wound up lying on the floor making out. After we spent some time in passionate tongue play and me fondling her nice sized tits, I reached up under her skirt to rub her pussy and then when she didn't resist, I slid a finger past her panties and eased it into her cunt. She reacted with somewhat of a groan and had what to me looked like a grimace on her face. Her pussy was tight, and I didn't want to hurt her, but she assured me that it was fine and I wasn't hurting her. So I continued to explore her cunt while her groans turned into soft moans and the grimace on her face started to look more like building sexual excitement rather than discomfort.
With my finger in her wet slick pussy, my cock was hard and oozing a lot of pre-cum, and I thought about going further. I told her that I'd like to "make love" to her, but she said my parents might hear us since their bedroom was right at the top of the steps -- so I disappointedly kept my dick in my pants. Well, at least I had gotten all the way to 3rd base. All I needed now was to somehow figure out a way make it around all of the bases and slide into "Home Plate" the next time I got up to bat.
Patty started to follow my band when we played. She would sit with our guitar player's girlfriend.
Wouldn't you know it that he was unattached and getting all "the chicks", when I was recovering from Maryann dumping me. I could have used a little less competition when I was trying to score with the groupies, but the situation was different now.
When we were done with our gigs for the night, Patty would go home and wait for me while we packed up. I lived close to her so I'd stop by her place on the way home. It was always pretty late. Her brother would go up to bed and everyone else in her house was already sleeping. She shared a bedroom with her older sister, but she had started to sleep on the couch in her living room instead.
We grew up Catholic so the idea of pre-marital sex was off limits in our parents' minds, but for some reason they were either naΓ―ve or decided that we were consenting young adults -- and what they didn't know wasn't hurting them. They had to guess that something might be going on with two sexually maturing young adults being together alone so late at night.
THE GOOD TIMES
When we'd get to his house I would wake Patty up by whispering her name and by giving her a kiss on her forehead. I would sit on the couch next to her and we would cuddle, but that quickly turned to heavy kissing and petting.
Patty had a nice set of natural full tits. I would say that they measured 34 C. Her tits looked pretty big proportionately, because she was thin everywhere else.
She didn't wear a nightgown, but usually slept in one of those long oversized t-shirts and her panties.
One night not too long into our relationship, as I was sucking on her nipples and had a finger in her tight pussy, she started to feel for my cock and she suddenly surprised me by saying "make love to me". Who was I to argue? Well, my cock isn't that big but it's longer and thicker than my finger so I wondered just how that was going to work. And I wasn't prepared with a condom, but she said it was OK since she was on birth control.
When I put the head of my cock at her vagina I almost came, so I stopped, regained my composure and started to push in slowly. She was wet but, my God, she was tight. I wasn't in too long when I felt like I was going to cum. Right before I started to shoot my load I pulled out and came on her flat belly.
We got into a routine where I would push up the t-shirt to play with and suck on her tits. After a while she would reach down and rub my cock through my pants until one of us would pull down the zipper on my jeans. The front of my underwear would be wet with an abundant amount of pre-cum. We would wind up lying next to each other on the couch, while I continued to suck on her nipples and she'd stroke my cock through my underwear.
She seemed to respond well to my mouth on her nipples and soon she was lifting her ass and sliding her panties off. Having been schooled in pussy eating by Debbie, an experienced older woman I wrote about before, I was pretty damned good at it and always "went down" on the girls I dated. Patty didn't shave her pussy, but her cunt lips weren't excessively hairy either. Unlike today, it was normal for women to keep hair on their pussies and only do bikini trimming. I would lick her pussy while she laid back and enjoyed my oral attention. I would be on my knees on the floor while she was lying on the couch and I usually kept up licking until she would orgasm.
Then I would go back to kissing her neck and sucking on her nipples, and she would signal me that she wanted me to fuck her. She would just move her pelvis so that my cock was rubbing on her pussy lips and then look me in the eyes and give me a nod of her head -- like she was silently saying "Yes". Patty was not very vocal during sex, so she never talked, let alone talk "dirty". She didn't give me "instructions" like Debbie had, and never said words like "Cock" or "Pussy" or "Fuck", nor did she want to hear me use them, even if they might have been running through her mind during our love-making sessions. I knew that she wanted me inside her and I never needed a second invitation. I'd push my jeans and underwear down around my ankles, leaving them in place so I could quickly pull them back up if we heard anyone coming down the stairs. And so I learned that you can successfully fuck with your pants on, proving the old adage that "Necessity IS the mother of invention". It became a Necessity for me to put my Cock in her Pussy and Fuck her, so neither language -- nor denim pants -- were going to get in the way.
And so, I also was in total agreement with the new adage that "Getting a piece of ass cannot be hindered by the presence of denim". I never heard that before, I just made it up to apply to me fucking her "a la denim".