Putting this first story under the category of "First Time" as I don't know where else it fits. Every word of this story and those to follow in this series are true. I'm not necessarily proud of all of them but it is what it is.
My first wife was a terrible lover. She had been in a terrible relationship in college with some jackass. He forced her to do some things while also sharing her around with friends while drunk or partying. Why she remained in that relationship is anyone's guess, but it did sour her on consensual normal sex. She just didn't want it. However, she wanted a family so looked for and found me, the fool that took her as wife. I knew some of these things before marriage but not all. I just couldn't have foreseen the challenges.
So, of course, bad experiences and terrible memories meant she didn't like having sex. It was rare when she did give me oral, very rare, and she never let me cum in her mouth. She would never initiate vaginal sex, it was always me initiating and if she agreed, it was always straight forward missionary with me trying to arouse her, trying to get her to participate. Most of the time it was, "don't lick my nipples, I don't like that" or "hurry up and cum" "I don't want to do this." Or "I'm tired and sore." She would now and then allow me to eat her pussy, but not very often as it also resurrected bad memories.
So, we stayed married for far too long because of four kids eventually calling it quits when the last two kids were in college. Anyway, you get the picture of our sex life. Non-existent or completely unsatisfactory for both of us, really. A match made in heaven? Uh..... no. I'll skip more of the stupid stuff and get to some sex ASAP but it's a no brainer to imagine we had arguments over and over about sex and pretty much everything else too because it affects everything else unless you're a monk!
Why was I faithful and why did I stay? Well, my mom and dad were married all their lives, so my marriage model was one of commitment, therefore I stayed faithful. Also, this was in the 80's, 90's and early 2000's so divorce wasn't as easy for a man with kids, and I really didn't even consider it until later.
She had a terrible temper too. One day after telling me "You're oversexed! All you want is sex," she was screaming, yelling, and crying. Then she yelled, "Find someone else to fuck!" I gave up on the current argument we'd had for the thousandth time but decided I would take her advice.
I was a good provider, made good money working for an engineering firm and traveled frequently on the job, therefore, I had the perfect opportunity. Remember this was a little while before the internet. Every medium to large city had listings for escorts in the Yellow Pages. Some of you kids don't even know what this is, LOL. It's a giant book filled with home phone numbers with the back part, which was yellow in color, advertising every type of businesses. When out of town, I started cruising the escort ads. Regularly.
I finally got up the courage to call an escort agency. I described what I wanted in a woman and an hour later, a knock on my hotel door. I was literally trembling with excitement as I viewed her through the peep hole. Disappointed is too mild a word. I opened the door got a closer look at this drug addict, let her strip to see if I could get interested. I couldn't. I was deathly afraid of STDs anyway. I had paid her but asked her to leave and wished her well.
This happened a couple more times and I realized I needed more info before requesting a woman. I learned to start asking more pointed questions, which of course, escort agencies don't / won't answer. I was also going to have to increase the amount paid but that was OK, I just wanted a woman to enjoy sex with for an hour or two. I eventually found that some agencies would get the woman to call me back to schedule. The women were a little more forthcoming and eventually I found what I wanted.
She had sounded young and maybe inexperienced on the phone. So here we go again. The knock on the door. She looked nice. Cute next-door type of woman. Even though I was excited I still had my wits about me. I was terrified of catching an STD so I wouldn't have fucked her with someone else's cock! But I was open to a blowjob.
I opened the door, and she looked around beyond me before entering. She smiled, "I'm Julie."
Then she was all business asking for her payment up front. When that was settled, she took off her clothes. She had a very nice body. Probably 22 or so which made me wonder how long she had been escorting. She had shoulder length brown hair, 5'4", 110 or 120 pounds with perky B to C cups with nice large nipples. And big brown eyes with naturally long lashes. Long beautiful legs that led to a trimmed pussy. I remember her skin was so soft and smooth and I have a thing for feet, and she had pretty feet. She seemed very clean like she may have just showered.
I had asked on the phone if she allowed kissing and she answered, "you can kiss anywhere you want, baby."
So we lay on the bed and engaged in some nice petting and kissing. I missed that immensely, so I totally enjoyed doing that with her. We kissed like teenagers for probably ten minutes. She even groaned and acted like she liked it too. It was so nice to feel a naked body next to mine that wanted to be there, even if I was paying her to be there. I know, desperation.
I moved to her neck, and she willingly offered her tender skin for my lips to caress. Skin so smooth.
"Mmmm,"
I loved the taste of her skin and the smell of her hair. I gently licked and sucked her ear lobe while humping my cock against her flat tummy. She was groaning. Was this real? Who knows, but she was participating!
Kissing my way down to her tits I sucked on the right nipple while gently pulling on her left with my fingers. Her big nipples were swelling in my mouth and getting harder. After a few minutes, I alternated to sucking the left nipple while pulling on her right nipple. She was holding my head, shivering, and humping back into my cock. Those nipples were magnificent, so I played a while.
I desperately wanted to eat her pussy but just wouldn't due to my fear of STD's. Remember this is my first real time cheating. I kissed down across her flat tummy toward her pussy. I smelled her wonderful pussy scent and wished I could lick every inch of her body.
"Mmmmm, you smell wondeful, Julie."
She just responded rubbing her hands in my hair with a quiet sigh and, "thank you baby."
