Why do people save themselves for marriage? There should be a rule that you have to have sex before you get married just to make sure that it's what both people want and can live with for the rest of their lives. That is what marriage is supposed to be, right? Eternal, loving, committed, enjoyable?
No matter what a marriage is supposed to be, I know what mine is not. There is love there, but I can't say that I'm in love, maybe I never was. Maybe I was just in lust, and thought the sex would bring out the love. Maybe it would if the sex were any good.
My husband, Jay, and I have been married for two years. He got plastered on our wedding night, so there was no sex for either of us, he couldn't even get the thing half-hard. That should have been the sign that we needed to get an annulment!
Sex with Jay is nothing more than clumsy poking and prodding. I tried to meet his thrusts once, I read magazines, I'm not completely oblivious, and thinking that maybe I could help show him the way. He got pissed and stopped, rolled over beat off, and fell asleep. After a few rounds of this, I realized that I was supposed to lie on my back, not move my hips, and there was to be no moaning. He actually informed me: "I don't want to hear you; you're there for my seed and nothing more." Ok, I got the hint.
About six months ago a friend of mine, Liz, and her Mom moved about two blocks over. I would go spend a few hours at their house while Jay was at work, just talking about whatever. One day, about six months ago, Liz was out of town visiting her brother, so I started telling Jess (her Mom), exactly what was going on with my relationship with Jay.
I told her that I didn't want to cheat on him, but I had to figure something out, I just couldn't do this anymore. I wanted to feel that erupting orgasm that you read about in magazines, and that I'd heard other girls' talking about.
Jess and I talked until I had to get home for Jay; I agreed to come back and visit her the next day, since Liz was still out of town and would be for about a month.
The next morning Jay left for work, and I went to see Jess. When I got there she asked how I'd feel about being with a woman, she knew that Liz and I had experimented, and she felt that this would be a good way to give me a few "lessons in sex". I decided that being with someone of the same sex wasn't cheating, so I agreed! We spent some time talking about Jay's work hours, realizing that there wasn't much time to do anything that day. Jess kissed me on the cheek and told me she'd see me tomorrow.
My pussy stayed wet just thinking about what was to come, or rather that I was going to come, and it was going to be somebody else that would get my there and not just my fingers. I was so excited that I took a shower before Jay got home, rubbed my large 38D breasts, tweaking my large brown nipples as the shower massaged my clit. It felt so good; I could feel my pussy throbbing, my juices running down my leg. I feverishly worked my fingers over my clit, just as I could feel the pressure building the door on the bathroom started wiggling and Jay started complaining that supper wasn't ready. I washed quickly, cursing that I had been interrupted; I dressed in a rush, and started getting Jay's supper together. All the while thinking of what tomorrow would bring.
The next day Jay headed to work, and I followed him out there door, I told him I had errands to run and then I would be visiting with Jess but I would be home before he was. I headed straight to Jess's house. She greeted me at the door, and started kissing me right away.