I was a Junior at Northeastern State when I met my soon to be husband. He was a Korean War Vet and older than most students there. We did the few things available in Tahlequah- went to the movies, attended frat dances and occasionly hung out in his apartment. We did a litlle fooling around, but nothing serious, just french kissing and rubbing each other through our clothes that never came off.
My husband graduated and got a job teaching in a small Kansas town outside of Dodge City. He had pinned me in thesummer session and it was understood that we would eventually get married, but I wanted to graduate first. After he had taught for a few weeks, he kept begging me to marry him. My heart won out over my head and we were married in November.
We spent our honeymoon at a friend's cabin on Lake Tenkiller. Loosing my cherry wasn't nothing to write home about as far as my enjoying it. At the time, I didn't know better and thought that was the way it was supposed to be-dumb me.
I would come to visit him when I could,I was still in college and wefucked (of course in the missionary position). The only thing that I remember about our so called sex life is something really gross-he fucked me while I was mensturating. It made me sick and I refused to screw him for some time. I didn't describe our sexual acts as " making love" because all we did was fuck, there wasn't any intimacy involved. I don't want to give the wrong impression, I really enjoyed his sticking it to me. He would just stick the head barely in after rubbing it on my cunt lips and I would cum immediately which is fortunate because we were dealing with a three inch dick when hard. I also found out that I was a screamer and moaner.
If you aren't bored to tears yet, please " stick "(pardon the pun) withme. We couldnt' make it on his salary as a teacher and me being a housewife so we moved back to Tulsa and later to Oklahoma City.In the meantime he had acquired an accounting degree and became a group manager where he met Bill, who later was tobecome his best friend and as for me, the giver of the best fuck of my life.
We went to Bill and Kays cabin on Lake Texhoma for the weekend and wassomething that we all looked forward to doing. Ken(my husband), Bill, and I loved to fish. Kay didn't but liked to shop the antique and other stores in Kingston.
Friday evening after we had unpacked , we went to a club in Kingston and ate. Later, we danced and traded partners occasionaly. During one such trade, Bill and I were dancing cheek to cheek when he pushed his dick up against me. I was astounded at his audicity and even more astounded when I rubbed my cunt on his leg. That is as far as it went other, than me trying to control my heavy breathing when we returned to the table.