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Dear Reader,
I have posted this here in the fervent hope that you can help me. There are several things about my marriage that have me confused and I have been told that the members of this website have the most experience and are undoubtedly the foremost experts in the areas that I need advice. I desperately wish that this proves true and that you will take the time to read this in its entirety.
Let me begin by explaining that, in my opinion, one of the best things that can happen to you in life is to find yourself completely in love with your spouse. Enraptured by them and married to them. Well, I cannot restrain myself from telling you that it is my great good fortune to be totally in love with the most wonderful girl I have ever met--as well as being married to her. Her name is Jo Ann and in almost every way she is my idea of the perfect wife.
By way of some background. She grew up in a very small mid-western town. The kind of place where everybody knows everybody else. They also know everything about everybody else's business. Since, the social life revolved around church potluck dinners, it did not take much to start tongues wagging and to overnight become the talk of the town. If you cared about your reputation you were careful to be a model of decorum.
Jo Ann's very first foray away from home was to attend college and that is how we met. Those years that we spent as students were nothing less than storybook years. We were feverishly in love and soon began to talk of marriage and sharing our entire lives with each other. We also were incredibly sexually attracted to each other but her upbringing was a stumbling block. I was inexperienced, but I was not a virgin. She was.
I remember how shocked and somewhat hurt she was that I did not believe her when she told me this intimate fact. It seemed that my hormones were doing most of thinking that day and I told her that nobody but a few prepubescent girls were virgins anymore. She firmly stated that where she came from you waited until you were married and angrily walked away. It was our first real disagreement.
Jo Ann has an exceptionally pretty face. Men often do a double take when their furtive glance discovers such an extraordinary beauty. In fact, her looks could be intimidating were they not counter balanced with interpersonal skills that quickly put people at ease. She is a terrific listener and makes everyone feel that whatever they are telling her is not only fascinating but also crucially important to her. She has a most pleasant upbeat personality that is coupled with obvious intelligence. She ran cross-country until she graduated from college, which resulted in shapely legs and an athletic figure that she continues to maintain into her late twenties.
Her posture is perfect. It accents the width of her shoulders, the narrowness of her waist and the flare of her hips. Her erect posture also causes her breasts to jut slightly forward appearing to put a strain on their c-cup tether. Additionally, it creates the impression that she is presenting her breasts to you--an almost irresistible temptation to just reach out and grab one of that perfectly shaped matched set. In summary, she is the very picture of the most stunning "girl next door" that you have ever dreamed about.
Now let me tell you why I said that she is almost the perfect wife. You see she has these occasional incredible lapses. For instance, last Saturday we were invited to a party at a friend's home. At about ten o'clock several of the guys decided that they were going to drive around and smoke a "home rolled." They felt it would not be "cool" to light up at the party and they asked Jo Ann if she and I would like to go with them. She readily agreed for both of us.
I found out later that she told them that she would go get me and that we would meet them at their car. But that is not what she did when she walked over to where I was standing. Instead, she told me that a few of them were going to sneak out for a smoke and she would catch up with me when she got back. Well she never got back. I hung around the party for a couple of more hours. After the third person asked me where Jo Ann was I just went home.
About two in the morning I heard her use her key to slowly unlock the door. She closed it behind her without making a sound. She managed to silently slide her shoes off and then, because she was so inebriated from liquor and smoke, she dropped her purse which hit the floor making a noise that seemed deafening having occurred in such absolute silence. This prompted me to call out, "Is that you?" She paused for a few seconds before answering. "Yes, it's me," she said and staggered slightly as she walked into the bedroom.
I demanded, "What happened to you?" In somewhat slurred speech she replied that she was going to take a quick shower and then would fill me in on the evenings events. That being said, she went into the bathroom. I got up and followed her. She caught sight of me in the large bathroom mirror and turned to face me with her arms at her sides. She looked me in the eyes, as she seemed to be searching for words. Clearly she wanted to say something, but she seemed unable to articulate anything.
I began to unbutton her blouse and noticed two things as I removed it from her shoulders. First, she was not wearing her bra. Second, there were a surprising number of red marks. I put my hand on her bare shoulder and turned her slightly so that she was squarely facing the vanity lights. Then I could see that many of the red marks on her breasts were teethmarks. Her breasts also had numerous bruises that were so obviously made by fingers that I could almost see fingerprints. Her nipples were puffy and distended. They were clearly very sore. While I was inspecting her she kept looking down in almost a stupor and seemed to be examining herself as well.
I lowered the zipper and undid the button that was holding up her skirt. I let the skirt fall to the floor and immediately saw that she was not wearing panties. I put my arms around her and lifted her up perching her on the front of the vanity. I leaned her back against the mirror. She had her knees together so I placed my hands under her legs and gripped the backs of her knees. I spread her legs and lifted them until her shaved pussy was on full display. It was quite a sight. Her vagina was so stretched that it was dilated about the size of a dime and I could see into it. Semen was trickling out of her. In fact there was a lot of dried or drying semen all over her. It was in her hair and there were signs of it all the way down to her ankles.
I began to get angry as I saw two different colored strands of pubic hair that were glued to her pubic mound by ejaculate. The anger caused me to look up at her face and there was another pubic hair stuck to her jaw beneath her chin. Disgust and then hurt became co-mingled with the anger. Heightened by adrenalin the anger, disgust, and hurt became a confusing mix. I stood there unable to do anything but look at her while the different emotions seemed to struggle against one another in an effort to be the dominant one.
Then an entirely new and surprising feeling began to emerge. Gradually at first, then in a rush it began to predominate. It was unadulterated lust. It flooded through my body. Her wanton behavior combined with the lewdness of the scene was beginning to affect me in a way that I had not at all anticipated.
I again peered between her legs. Her labia looked like someone had pulled on them and then pulled on them some more. They hung down loosely and it occurred to me that they would flap if I blew on them. I almost smiled at the thought. However, the temptation to smile died quickly as it dawned on me that this was Jo Ann.
Her entire genital area was rubbed raw. It was as red as you can imagine. My hands were still under her knees making it easy for me to lift her legs and expose her anus. It was puffy and reminded me of the shape of a volcano. Not gaping and fiery but it certainly did not require Sherlock Holmes to deduce that she had been sodomized. Neither of us had spoken all the while I had been surveying this, for want of a better word, carnage. So I was somewhat startled when she spoke saying, "I had sex--. Now don't be mad. They tricked me."
