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When we dated, my husband Jerry was preoccupied with my scent. He liked to kiss and hug me but spent a lot of time smelling my hair or my neck. I thought he was very handsome and didn't mind. On our third date I let him play with my boobs. He was happy to for a few minutes, but asked if he could smell between my legs. He swore he wouldn't do anything more, he just wanted to sniff my crotch. I let him, and he laid with his nose between my thighs for at least ten minutes, smelling me through my jeans. I was expecting him to try pressuring me into sex, but he was more than content to just sniff me.
Four more dates went by with him kissing and making out with me a little while, then poking his face between my legs. I liked him a lot and was in the mood, so I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down. He licked me for the first time, and it was great. He wasn't skilled at all and had no idea what he was doing. Still, he was happy to lick me for over an hour, which was more than enough for me to cum three times.
We had four or five more dates without him asking for intercourse. He just wanted to lay with his face between my thighs and lick and smell me. One night I finally asked why he didn't want to have sex. He said he wanted it desperately, but didn't want me to end up like his sisters. All of them had gotten pregnant while they were young and ended up single mothers. He'd never forgive himself if he did that to me. He asked me to give him my dirty panties at the end of the date, so he could smell them at home. He wanted to know I would be safe. I thought it was strange, but he'd given me plenty of what I wanted. All through college, he'd jerk off as he gave me lots of oral, take my dirty panties home, then return them clean at the start of our next date.
When we finally moved in together, most nights we'd fall asleep with his face in my pubic hair. He was happy munching my rug even more than I wanted, so how could I complain? On the day Jerry proposed, he also asked me to get the birth control implant so we wouldn't have kids until we were ready, probably a couple of years. When I went to the doctor and found out I was infertile, it was a huge shock for multiple reasons. I'd never get the kids I wanted, and we'd wasted half a decade without intercourse! We were 23 and could have been fucking bareback since we met!