Janet, my wife of five years and before that my girlfriend for two years, was a virgin when we married. She was shy, and cautious especially, regarding sex. She was committed to our relationship, we were comfortable in each other's arms, she enjoyed our physical closeness.
She enjoyed heavy petting before we were married, and even experienced finger induced orgasms. Janet never shied away from physical intimacy, but she had a line that she did not want to cross before marriage.
Janet was shy, but enjoyed kissing and the closeness of our bodies, I believe I was her first and only boyfriend.
Janet had a weakness, she did get aroused easily, a few kisses led to a few more, then her legs would slowly spread. She enjoyed long make out sessions and like to be touched. She let me fondle her pear-shaped breast and fingered her to orgasm. When I strayed from the norm, she would stop me.
Janet loved and trusted me and would allow me to touch her, finger her and bring her to an orgasm, and then stop when she was finished. She never tried to fondle me, even when I moved her hand to my crotch. I always left frustrated, but still very much in love.
One thing that always surprised me, was how wet she would become, the thick discharge soaked her panties, it made fingering and rubbing her crotch more pleasurable for her. When she was aroused, she smelled musty, at times I would hug her and know when was aroused by her musty smell.
On our wedding night we both lost our virginity, that was the beginning of our long, sexual awakening. Janet let me strip her down and look at her naked body, she was flushed, her body hot, she lay on the bed, arms beckoning me and legs open.
She pulled me into her, as soon as my erect cock touched her lips, she moaned and her hips started moving. I slowly slipped into her, she was loud, she orgasmed, once then again. Janet was lost in her own pleasure. She pulled my mouth down, kissed me. Her arms and legs held me while her hips moved. I was surprised at her awakening and how wild and passionate she made love for the first time.
Her passion for lovemaking never dwindled, she never initiated sex but always looked provocative and would stare at me when she wanted me. I wondered if she was that passionate or was trying to make amends for all the frustrating nights I spent with her.
When we were first married, Janet never was open to try anything new in the bedroom, she just wanted an orgasm. She was very submissive, after one of her orgasms, I pushed her to her knees and guided my hard cock into her mouth. Her mouth opened and she took a few seconds, then my cock slid into her mouth, she sucked and it was in her throat. Her arms wrapped around my waist, she grabbed my ass cheeks and let me cum in her mouth, after the first time, she readily would give in to oral sex. She surprised me when she stated that she liked my cock in her mouth.
The first time I kissed her mound and licked her clit, she was startled and tried to push my mouth off her crotch. I pressed my mouth hard against her, between her legs, my tongue rubbed her clit and gave her first oral orgasm. When I kissed her mouth, the pungent smell of her own juices acted like an aphrodisiac, it excited and her, she moaned and kissed me harder.
Janet was always ready, if I touched her body, she would react, she left wet spots wherever she sat. I could rub her crotch, and she would have and orgasm, she never stopped me.
One evening, while we were out having dinner, Janet suddenly paused mid-sentence and smiled. Across the room, she had spotted someone she hadn't seen in years, Dani.
Dani had been Janet's best friend in high school. They were inseparable back then, teammates on the cheer squad and partners in crime. Everyone called them "Salt and Pepper". Janet, with her light features, and Dani, who was black and had a magnetic presence. It was the kind of nickname that stuck, not just for how they looked, but for how perfectly they balanced each other.
This was the first time I met Dani and her husband--and it opened a window into a part of Janet's past I'd only heard about in passing. As I watched them laugh and reminisce, I could see just how much those years had meant to her. The bond they shared wasn't just high school nostalgia; it ran deeper. There was a spark in Janet's eyes, a certain energy I hadn't seen before. It made me realize that Dani had played a big role in shaping Janet, maybe even in ways Janet hadn't fully shared with me yet.
Janet ran over to her and sat at their table, they talked about their past, Janet was enjoying herself, I could see her staring and smiling at Dani's husband. Later Janet told me she would watch Dani and her then, boyfriend having sex when she slept over.
Dani married her high school boyfriend, a tall, black basketball player. When Janet left their table she was excited, she told me how close they were and how often they stayed with each other, I wasn't sure if they were ever lovers, but they were very close.
When Janet came back to our table, I put my hand on her thigh, she spread her legs and smiled at me. I moved my hand up her thigh until my fingers were touching her lips through her panties. She leaned in and kissed me. Her underpants were wet, they were full of her thick secretion, my finger pressed against her lips, I felt her quiver.
We left soon after her tiny orgasm. I realized then, that Janet got aroused when she was near black men.
We walked to our car, I opened the door, she placed her butt on the seat and was facing me. She looked up and her hands went to my belt buckle, she opened my pants, grabbed my cock, her mouth opened, and she was sucking my cock. I came quickly, she swallowed and kept sucking after I finished. Janet looked up, smiled and finished getting into the car.
Later that night, after we got home, the house was quiet. Janet moved through the rooms a little slower than usual, thoughtful, like she was carrying a memory in her chest that hadn't quite settled.
We sat together on the couch, a glass of wine between us, the soft hum of the city filtering through the windows. I waited, not wanting to press, but knowing something was there.
She finally spoke. "Being with Dani again, it brought back a lot. Things I hadn't let myself think about in years." I nodded, encouraging her to go on. "We were more than best friends," she said, her voice low. "It wasn't something we talked about. We didn't have the words for it back then, not in our town, not in our families. But we loved each other. Really loved each other."
I looked at her--not with surprise, but with a kind of quiet respect. "Did you ever... act on it?"
She met my eyes. "Once. It was the summer before college. It just happened. And then it didn't happen again. We never talked about it. We just buried it under everything else, school, boys, moving on."
"And tonight?" I asked gently.
She smiled a little. "Tonight just reminded me of who I was then. Who she was to me. Not in a way that makes me regret anything, but in a way that made me remember how deeply I can feel."
I reached for her hand. "Thank you for telling me."
She exhaled slowly, like she'd been holding that breath for years. "I didn't know if I could. But it feels good to have it out in the open. It's not about wanting something back, it's just about being honest with myself, and with you."
We sat there in silence for a while, fingers intertwined. There was something beautiful about it, like love expanding to make room for truth. No jealousy. No fear. Just two people growing closer because one dared to open a door that had been closed for too long.
A few months later, Janet's high school reunion rolled around. She was excited--nervous too--but mostly looking forward to seeing old friends. Dani was going with her, along with a handful of their former classmates. It made sense for her to go without me. It was her past, not mine. But I could tell it meant something more than just a trip down memory lane.
She called me when she arrived. Her voice was light, maybe a little buzzed from the energy in the room and maybe the wine.
"I'm sitting with Marcus," she said. "He's here, remember him?" I paused. "The guy who had a crush on you?"
