I remember exactly the day it started. Sharon and I had married young, she was a virgin that first night in our bed.
Of course we had indulged in some heavy petting during our dates, I had had a finger stuck up in there more than once and I had spent literally hours licking her big soft titties while she rubbed my cock through my pants.
Just once she had taken my dick out and put her mouth on it, then she rolled down the window and spit my seed out onto the parking lot at the seaside park we went to to neck.
We had gotten caught once by the local Cop, too. I was busy sucking on Sharon's nipple like there was no tomorrow and she had her head back moaning, she really liked that.
We had gotten pretty comfortable with it being deserted at the little seaside park we went to, so she wasn't too concerned when I had taken her blouse completely off. I had her pressed back onto the seat when suddenly the car was filled with light and the cop was standing there banging on the window.
I rolled the window down as Sharon rushed to get her blouse back on. I noticed the flashlight was pointed at her titties and not at me. I also noticed she seemed a little hotter later on that night, but she still wouldn't let me fuck her.
Our getting married was one of those things we were "supposed" to do if that makes any sense. We were dating, our families got used to the idea, somehow a date was set and next thing I knew I was standing up there saying "I do" and I wasn't 100% sure why.
It was OK, I had a good job and we settled into a small starter house and began getting used to living together.
Sex was fun but nothing I would call spectacular. It all seemed fine, the fact is I just didn't know any better.
One thing about Sharon, she is tiny. She tipped the scales at 93 pounds but her breasts were a full "C" cup. At barely 19 years old, there wasn't a single thing out of place. She wore her dark hair long and past her shoulders. Her tastes in clothes ran to pullover tops and sweaters, and her skirts were right at the middle of the knee.
The other out of the ordinary feature about her was her pussy. She didn't shave it, nobody did back in the early 60's at least that I ever saw. Of course, I had only seen maybe two beavers in my whole life in the flesh. It didn't matter, she had a gob of flesh that stuck out of her and that increased when she got excited. Her clit would grow to the size of the end of my pinkie finger and it had what looked like a little lean-to roof over the top of it.
If I fiddled with that very much the top layer of skin would roll right back and it looked just like a tiny little dick sitting there.
I was surprised at that the first time I saw it, the only other naked pussy I had ever seen was on a girl named Paula, she had almost nothing there at all, just a pimple sized little bump hidden inside.
It was about then that men's magazines started showing women with no panties on so I saw lots of pictures of pussies, there just was none to compare Sharon's to.
The first incident was almost an accident, we had pulled into a gas station to fill up. They had two guys on duty, one started the pump, the other washed the headlights and windshield, and they always asked to check the oil and tires.
Damn, I sound old now, huh?
It was hotter than hell that day, we had a new 1962 Impala that was pretty spiffy, neat bucket seats and 4 speed, all of the toys. Sharon had been fanning herself by flipping her dress up and down, then when we pulled in she coyly tucked the skirt between her legs.
Just as the guy went around to her side I reached over on impulse and pulled her skirt up, I happened to know she didn't have any panties on.
Fact is, she never did, her Mom was sure they caused diseases so Sharon never wore any either. I had asked her about that, it seems old Doc Barker was their family physician and he had advised them of that. Now that I think about it, the old coot was probably a pervert and liked to look at bare pussies.
Fact is, he liked to look at men, too. Sharon and I had to go see the Doc, part of getting the marriage license. He came in, had me pull my dick out, then told me to "milk it out" while he stood there with a little swab.
Embarrassed the hell out of me, I asked Sharon what he did to her but she just blushed and didn't want to talk about it.
Anyway, flipping Sharon's skirt up was one of those spur of the moment things, like I said, just an impulse.
Of course she let out a yip and grabbed at the skirt to pull it back down but not before the kid washing the window got an eyeful of pubic hair and probably some pink, too.
He did a doubletake and stopped, finally got his wits back around him and finished up but he never took his eyes off of Sharon.
I sat there realizing I had a boner to end all boners.
I had Sharon down on the living room floor the instant we got back to the house, she was grunting back at me and moaning. I noticed I seemed to be half again larger than normal, and she seemed to be way more sloppy wet than normal.
I think that day she exploded in her first ever major orgasm because afterwards she told me she had never felt anything like that.
It was about a week or so later, we were doing our usual shopping on Saturday morning after payday. We had the car full of groceries and were ready to head for home when I happened to notice a clothing shop across the parking lot.
On another impulse, I asked Sharon if she would like a new outfit.
Of course all men know the answer to that question.
So we went in, the place had one area off to the side where they sold shoes, and racks of women's skirts and blouses. The styles were all summer stuff since it was mid April. I wandered over and looked at some of the men's clothes while Sharon went through the racks.
All of the skirts were way shorter than anything Sharon owned except for some long floor length outfits that were a bit hippie looking to me.
I glanced over at Sharon, she would hold a skirt up to her waist, check the length, then put it back.
After an hour of this, I was getting bored.
A lady salesclerk was trying to help her, I overheard her say something about this being the style now as I walked up.
Sharon looked at me, holding up a pretty blue mini-skirt.
"Is this too short?"
"It's hard for me to tell, go try it on."
Sharon went into the little changing room, she came out a minute later, her hands busy at the sides of her legs like she was trying to pull the skirt lower.
It came right to the middle of her thigh which on her meant she only had about six inches of safety margin before some pubic hair would show.
A light bulb went off in my head, I grinned and told her she looked great.
"Ok, I will take it." Her voice sounded unsure.
"Go ahead and wear it honey." I told her.
She shot me a sidelong glance, but she put her other clothes in a bag and we went to the counter and paid for it, along with a simple white blouse that she had also picked.
"You will need some shoes." I told her. The brown ones she had on just didn't go well, I was serious about that.
Sharon shot me another sidelong glance, then she came with me as we walked over to the shoe section.