I Didn't Mind.
When we first met in the fall, we were both seniors at the University of Minnesota. I saw her sitting with a group of friends, men and women. Men and women I would state loosely because at that time, I still didn't feel like I was ready to be an adult. As I sat at the bar and from across the room, I was attracted to her blue eyes. Every time I looked in her direction, she looked away but had a slight smile on her face. Once she put a straw in her mouth and bit down, I knew I was hooked, barb and all. I also could tell she was not used to flirting, because she started to shift back and forth, side to side in her chair.
I tried not to stare, but that cute girl with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes kept glancing over. I asked my right hand man, Alex, and he, literally, was at that moment, if he was seeing the same thing I was seeing.
Stated shortly, he says "Humph."
"What?" I ask.
"She's good enough for you."
"Whatever, asshole."
She separated from the herd and I was off my stool to follow. I watched the skinny butt girl start to walk off. I started to get scared that she would be gone and gone for good. My leopard-like ponce down the hallway was too quick. The next thing I knew, we were face-to-face because she did a redirect. I smiled down at her and to my good luck it was reciprocated.
"Wow." Was all I could say and it wasn't because we ran into each other.
"I have to go to the bathroom," she stated.
"I thought you were leaving."
"No. I will be back."
"Ok." I stated.
"I have to pee." Giving me a half smile this time with a lower lip bite. I stared.
"Ok." I stated, for the second time.
"You're in my way." As she started to bounce on her toes.
"Ok. But please don't leave."
"I don't think that is possible."
I believed her and I watched her quickly walk away to the bathroom. Her jeans did not hug. By the sag, she had thin legs to match her butt. She was a girl that liked to wear comfy clothes rather than dress to impress. I could tell her boobs were not large under sweatshirt and I was more than fine with petite.
She found the empty barstool on my left and sat down. She started to fidget and I asked her if she was ok. She went on to say that she was not comfortable in bars and that her roommate and classmates dragged her along. By the end of the night, I had found out her name was Lynn and she would be doing her student teaching at a nearby elementary in the spring. She found out my name was John, single, and I too would be graduating in the spring but as a finance major. I hated to admit it to her, but I already had an internship lined up through my dad's connections in the business world. My mom and dad are great. I could not complain about them. I told her I worked hard, since sixteen, saved my money, studied, got scholarships and was on track to graduate debt-free.
She dropped the bombshell and asked what was wrong with me.
With my usual reply for the night I said slightly annoyed and questioning, "Ok?"
She started to fidget again and said, "Sorry, but you are a good looking guy, with no, I assume, recent girlfriend(s) and you are wasting your time sitting next to me, who has no business being here."
"I am not wasting my time."
"I'm just...ordinary."
I tried to return one of her crooked smiles and stated, "I can tell you right now, that you are anything but ordinary."
That night, a love affair started. I found out how loving, caring and selfless a person can be and can be almost to a fault.
She learned to flirt with me and the make out sessions on her apartment couch were heated. I did find out, she truly was petite. She had a slightly round tush and b-cup boobs, all of which I loved to grab during those couch explorations. Her background was strict, so she had a hard time letting go and just plain, enjoy. However, I could tell she wanted more. Possibly, a lot more.
I did not hesitate to ask her to marry me just before graduation. This was a sticking point for us because I did not let on about "our" future plans. She exploded when I popped the question and tears of joy ensued. My ordinary girl with teary eyes, quietly said yes. She called her parents and sister, then the wedding plans started.
I did not want to wait a year to make outlandish wedding plans, and she was in complete agreement. We planned an intimate fall wedding in a barn venue in which both our parents knew the owner. Oh, by the way, we found out on our official first date, we grew up only 20 miles apart.
Yes, Alex was my best man. He was in heaven because three bridesmaids and the maid of honor, Lynn's younger sister, were drop dead gorgeous and
mostly
single. All of them, reminded me and threatened me, to not mess with her heartstrings. They acted more in love with my wife, than me. This pattern continued throughout our marriage. All her friends were very protective friends and good looking. It was just that easy to fall in love with her.
By the next midwinter, I was fully employed, she was teaching at the elementary school where she did her student teaching. I loved surprising her and announced one day that I had paid off all her student loans with the money I earned working and a small inheritance I got prior to meeting her. She started crying. I told her it was ok. She told me she was pregnant.
Ten Years Later
It was now ten years later, a nice home with two kids, Sarah and Brian. Yes, very common names but middle names of each of our parents. Lynn was still teaching second grade and loved her kiddos, as she called them. I was well established at a banking company with travel that was sometimes a must. The most I would be gone would be during the week. I always tried to be back home on a Friday, which Lynn would try to make it special upon my return.
What about the other stuff? Well, after getting pregnant, Lynn got better looking in all ways. The sparkle in her eyes never left but her butt filled out a little bit more. I loved grabbing those cheeks when I was fucking her doggy style. I think she liked it too. She complained every so often that she got too big. I didn't complain because her boobs were now, handful C's and unbelievably, no sag. She said she could actually shake her boobs and they would now move. The most amazing thing was her pink nipples, which never went back down after nursing ended. I swear, erect they were as long as the end of my pinky. Again, she complained about finding the right bras and how sensitive they could get.
At no fault of my own, I was scheduled to travel out of town at the worst time. I had to leave on the Friday that Lynn started Spring Break and would be back the following Friday. I had a terrible case of guilt. During that time, in the past, we would snag one of our parents to take the kids and have a staycation. Lynn was now going to be a full-time mom during her time off. She took it in stride in her usual giving self but seemed overwhelmed.
I called every day to talk to her and the kids. I asked the kids how mom was doing. Monday's response was "Very crabby." I said, "Ok." Tuesday's response was "Not as crabby as yesterday". "Good". Wednesday came with "Happier", which was better. Thursday was "Busy but kidda out of it". I tried to call Friday morning and got no answer. This was not really a good sign since I had not seen them for close to a week. I tried to call them from the airport before takeoff and still no answer. I thought about calling my folks to check on them but I have always trusted my wife.
I drove home from the airport and arrived slightly before 7:00 pm. I was greeted by a warm smile and my wife in a lbd, little black dress. I asked about the kids and she said she sold them. It was our way of saying "At the grandma and grandpa's". I asked until when, and she replied, "Until tomorrow around noon."
The wine was poured and the meal was served. Unusually, the dishes were left in the sink and a tipsy wife with narrow hands guided me up the stairs. I watched her sexy ass slowly ascend the stairs. Upon entering the bedroom, I asked if she had plans and she looked at me with those drunken eyes and nodded. I asked if she wanted me to grab the condoms and she smiled and shook her head no. It was her way of saying that she wanted to get laid. I had a vasectomy just after Brian was born.
The evening progressed as we started kissing and I started fondling. The lbd fell to the floor and she unwrapped my work confines. We fell to the bed and the covers were kicked to the bottom of the bed and off. This signaled she was extra horny. I was right. I always suspected that she could be multiorgasmic but she usually asked me to stop because it got 'too intense'.
I laid down and she immediately jumped on top of me. The deep kissing progressed and she had her legs spread outside my hips and she started grinding her clit against my dick. Between the friction down below and the heated kissing above, she threw out her perky tits, arched her head back and achieved orgasm number one. She looked down at me and smiled. Quietly and somehow, she aligned my cock with her pussy. She slowly pushed down and a groan came from the back of her throat. This emitted a smile from me.
She slowly rocked back and forth, taking her sweet time to let it build. My 7ish inch cock was snug in her pussy. Yes, she let it build in an agonized fashion. Without notice, she sat straight up, sat straight down, grabbed her breasts, threw her head back, and growled. I felt orgasm number two as her pussy tightened and loosened around my cock.
I did not give her the chance to finish, as I grabbed her around her waist and flipped her over onto her back. I started to pound away into her pussy as fast and hard as I could. Her knees came up to my arms and maximum depth was achieved in this position. She achieved orgasm three and four with her teeth and her nails into my shoulders and back.
As her number five approached, her feet began to flail in all directions and I knew I could not hold out much longer with over a week's worth of abstinence. We roared and came together. Her back was arched, she moaned and as I looked down, her nipples were super erect and her hips continued to gyrate. I had just an orgasm and started to get hard again from just that sight of her. Yes, a thirty-three mother of two was giving me back-to-back hardons.
