I didn't know I was meeting my future wife, Kirsten, when I first ran into her. I was a senior in high school and she was a little ol' freshman. Not to bad, I thought, for a kid but I was into older women, at least 17 or 18, at the time. I was also into leaving this hick burg as soon as possible.
So I joined the navy right after high school and spent 4 years having a good time playing around the Pacific. When my hitch was up, it was time to figure out if I was a lifer or not, so I took some time and went back home. It would give me some time to think and I would be there in time for my little bother's high school graduation, too.
It was at Jessie's graduation that I realized who she was. Kirsten, that little ol' freshman, was graduating with him and she was now a major babe; tight little bod from 4 years of gymnastics, the innocent little baby face with the kind of full Angelina Jolie lips that always drives me crazy, a perfect little round ass and high, firm little tits that just beg you to take them out and play. So I went after her, I chased Kirsten hard until I got her. We were married in September, right after I re-upped and just before I shipped out again.
I spent a big part of the summer getting real close to nailing her cute little ass but she always backed out, swearing to me that she was going to be a virgin on our wedding night. She reached her goal. Frustrating, but what the hell. September third came and I went where no man had gone before. She was such a fucking natural. She loved sex so much that I was surprised she'd saved herself until that first night. For the two weeks we had together before I left, she was ready, willing and able anytime and anywhere. We did it two or three times a day and then again at night after we went to bed. We christened the couch, the kitchen table, the apartment balcony and a chaise at the pool. She quickly learned how to move her pussy to give me maximum pleasure while we were fucking and she had an amazing mouth. She seemed to love giving head and kept experimenting, trying to find better ways of getting me off.
Damn, I was going to miss every inch of her tight little bod after I shipped out. But, quite honestly, I needed a few days rest, too.
I was out 6 months and the thought of Kirsten's mouth on my cock was a nightly fantasy that always got me hornier than a two peckered billy goat. When my ship docked in Australia for 2 weeks, I saw some wicked bikinis on one of the beaches β little spots of cloth held in the right places by dental floss. Kirsten's tight butt and firm little tits would look great in one of those, I thought. So I found the joint that made those things, a hole in the wall in Byron Bay called Wicked Weasel. Hot fucking damn stuff came out of that place!
I bought a tiny little yellow thing and wrapped it around the biggest black dildo I could find and shipped it to her. A great gag gift, I thought.
I called her after it arrived and that's when we got into some phone sex for the first time.
"Your gift was NASTY!" She said with just a hint of delight in her voice. "I could never wear that thing in public!"
"Wear it for me, right now. And send me a pic."
"Imagine I'm wearing it and you're here. What would you do?"
I heard her rustling through the package. I heard a zipper being pulled. She was getting out of her street clothes. She was putting it on as we spoke.
"I'd bite it off with my teeth"
"Then you'd lick every inch of my body?"
"You would be SOOO wet. That other thing would slide right in."
"Would you really want your wife to do that? Play with a big, black�"
I heard her moan. Was she was actually playing with it? "Just wanted you to know what another big dick looked like."
"I've seen a few," she gasped.
"A sweet little virgin like you were?" I sneered, but my heart skipped a beat at the thought.
"Sweet, maybe. But I was only technically a virgin. I've played with couple of them before youβ¦Oh, Oh!"
I swear she was close to getting herself off. Was she actually fucking herself with that dildo or was it my imagination? Sitting in that little phone booth with my back to the door, I was getting some five finger relief myself.
"Tell me about it," I whispered.
"The first was Davie Johnson when I was a junior. He was the first guy I let put his hands under my clothes. He would slide his hand under my bra and play with my boobs for hours while we were in a movie or watching something on TV at his house. He kept trying to get into my pants but I always stopped him until one night,"
She stopped talking and gasped. "Mmmmmmm, God, I never thought I would be doing this. Come home, I need the real thing inside me right now."
She was using the dildo on herself. Damn! I found the idea a fantastic turn-on. "Tell me about that night," I said.
"He usually tried to slide his hand slowly down my tummy but that night he just reached down and grabbed. I was wearing jogging shorts so there wasn't much between my pussy and his hand and I was already wet. I saw stars. I told him I wouldn't do it with him and he said there were other ways. He put my hand on the front of his pants and we just rubbed each other until we both got off." She stopped for a moment and I could hear her breathing heavily then she gasped, "Ohmygod, ohmygod!""
She was coming and it was a big one. She dropped the phone between her legs and I could hear the dildo making a wet, slurping sound as she pumped it in and out of her pussy. She was on the living room couch and I remember thinking about the curtains. If they weren't closed, the neighbors could be seeing a great show. We came at the same time.
Breathless, she got back on the phone. "For the next few months, we went skin to skin. I let him slide his fingers into me while I pulled his cock out and jerked him off. I'll tell you about M.J. next time you call."
She hung up. I went fucking crazy.
M.J. was on her high school's basketball team. He was six foot eight, black and the last person I thought might get his hands on her lily-white ass. I imagined one of his hands was big enough to palm her butt like a basketball. I was going nuts thinking about what she might tell me on our next phone call. I was also starting to understand why she so eagerly fucked herself with that dildo.