Growing up I had always been very naïve. An only child, more than a child should have, yet, I never really crossed the boundaries. I did my school work, I went to school, played several sports. All of the freedom I was given though, always had me wondering what punishment was like. Always had me wondering what it would be like for someone to hold me accountable, to scold me, to really keep me in line. When I started dating, none of these things had ever been brought up. I was the romantic, flowers, cards, candy kind of guy. Slow kissing, lots of touching, and the sex became very plain; a lot of missionary, a wild night could be considered me fucking my girlfriends from behind.
This all changed though; I met my future wife in my mid 20s, Jessie; and damn was she hot. I met her out at a bar one night, I was with one of my good friends and she was with a group of her girlfriends. I was still kind of shy, so thankfully my good friend Phil, who had already had a few Jack and Cokes, decided to go talk to the group of girls. After buying them a round of shots, the conversations took off. We all hit the dance floor, kept throwing back shots and we were really feeling great. After about the 4th or 5th shot, Jessie invited me to the patio for a cigarette; I do not smoke, and actually can not stand it; but what she didn't know, it was one of my biggest fetishes, a sex woman taking a slow drag on a cigarette, to me it felt like a woman showing her power, her control, and of course that is exactly what deep down I wanted. Naturally I went outside with her; and holy fuck was she sexy. She was in a short black leather skirt, with a white button down short sleeve too tight for her bulging breasts of a top. The conversation was nice, but as I watched her, I could feel my cock start to throb. As I was mesmerized in her complete beauty, and my cock continued to pulsate, I could tell she knew something was up. She put her cigarette out and grabbed my hand, pulling me back to the dance floor. Except now, we weren't with the group; we were alone, she started grinding on me, first facing me, then turning around rotating her hips so fast, her fucking beautiful ass rubbing on my hard cock. She knew what she was doing and she knew how bad I wanted it.
Sadly for me, the night ended, and those few songs on the dance floor was as good as it got. Her friends pulled her out of there, the evening was over. Lucky for me, as she left, she slipped her number into my side jeans pocket, grabbed my still throbbing penis and whispered into my ear "I better see you soon".
Needless to say, I called her the next day, I couldn't help it, she was so fucking sexy, her eyes, light brown, her lips, filled with red lipstick, her hair, dark brown, just past her shoulders with a slight curl, she was like a fucking dream woman.
We started dating, for a while, I was still my same old self; shy, romantic, definitely the kind of guy you can bring home to mom. Our sex life seemed good; but still very plain. After about a year of dating, I proposed and 3 months after that; we were married. During the first year of marriage we started saving money, we went on a few long weekend type vacations, I bought a lot of flowers. On our one year anniversary, we decided to go to a nice dinner and then out for drinks. We decided to go back to the original bar in which we met. We had not gone out drinking much since we started dating, because of that we probably didn't have many of those "tell all drunken talks". This night would change all of that...
We got to the bar; a small place called "The Boat House". It was on the water, had a nice patio, two huge bars, a great dance floor and usually pretty great music. Jessie and I started with a shot, then ordered a beer and started talking about our first year of marriage. As we talked, we had a few more drinks; Jessie then told me she had to use the restroom, she said meet me on the patio in 5 minutes, I want a cigarette. She still didn't know this drove me crazy, and she only smoked when she drank, I probably have only seen her smoke 4 or 5 times since that first night.
I was outside waiting for Jessie, and it was taking longer than expected. I ordered us a couple beers and then I saw her, standing at a table, smoking, talking to a couple of guys. She was laughing, smiling, they were laughing too; she looked so hot, but what the hell was she doing. Another couple minutes went by and I went over to grab her, I have to admit she was pretty drunk; but so was I. She came over to the table I had grabbed and I asked her what she was doing?! She said they offered her a drink and they just started talking. I decided to let it go. A few minutes later, I was totally enthralled in her, smoking, smiling, looking so sexy. But this time, we weren't strangers; and we were drunk; so the conversation took a turn I never thought I would be able to have.
She called me out; "Ron, you are looking at me the same way you did the night we met; I see your dick is rock hard too, what is happening"? My face got red, I was a little embarrassed, I first said nothing and tried to move on. She wouldn't let me, she persisted. She told me she knew something she was doing was turning me on and she wanted to know what. I still wasn't going to say anything, but then she changed her tone "Ron, stop being a pussy, our sex life is as boring as it gets, you fuck me on top, I fuck you on top, you even told me a wild night for you was a little doggy style. If you want us to keep the spark, we need to be honest, we need to explore, we need to be able to tell each other EVERYTHING."
