It all started in the Navy after watching a video in the early 80s, "Inside Jennifer Welles" (1977). The late Jennifer Welles was a talented adult film actress, flexible and enticing beyond my wildest imagination. Although I cannot claim to have followed the plot very well, my recollections of the last 25 minutes of action have remained quite vivid--Welles attending a party during which she blows all of the guests as well as the waiters. Her interaction with the waiters was a bit of a let down, and frankly detracted from her earlier couplings with a line of men in tuxedos.
Coincidentally, Welles physique reminded me of my wife who also had large, soft breasts, and my wife could move enticingly well (though she always denied it). In my little fantasies, my wife was fulfilling Welles' role with the guests during that party, with the guests ejaculating all over my wife. I masturbated to these fantasies, cumming in my pants, on my stomach and hands, and on letters that I wrote home. Ultimately, I traced outlines of my erect penis in letters to my wife, and began to share some of my fantasies with her in my letters. Abruptly my fantasies evolved beyond what I shared with her--I dreamed of being on my knees, sometimes beside her, sometimes without her, and I was the one sucking those luscious cocks, one after another, and they were exploding all over me, as well as in my mouth.
Later, as my ship was approaching the equator, I was entered in the "Wog Queen" contest, and while I steadfastly protested this indignity, there was no denying that I was all butterflies inside. I couldn't wait to shave my entire body and wear dainty lingerie. After the festivities (I did not win) some of the men called me princess, which made me blush, but also gave me a hardon. In spite of all this, fantasies were all that happened on that ship, and when I returned home I made no more of it except for giving my wife a photo of myself wearing the dainty lingerie.
Thereafter, I also expanded my video library which included a mix tape of blowjobs--women blowing men, a few crossdressers blowing men, and still more men blowing men as well as giving up their ass pussies (although it was decades before I referred to them as ass pussies, or my penis as a man clitty). My wife didn't particularly care for this video, but she did indulge my curiosity a bit, liberally coating a finger in vaseline and inserting it in my ass. Unfortunately, that was not as enjoyable as I imagined, rather brutal as a matter of fact because she literally just shoved it in to the hilt, and since she wasn't really into it we never experimented further.
My wife had encouraged me to pleasure myself for her, almost from the time we started dating because watching guys masturbate really turned her on. Once, she asked me to lick some of the semen off my fingers, and that led to throwing my legs back over my head and masturbating over my face. She quickly lost interest in this activity because I "talked too much," she said. I was really into it though, asking things like, "What if this was someone else's penis?" or "Would she help me blow him?" She told me that she was only a voyeur; not at all interested in participating.
