This is a continuation of the story of how I met my husband and the journey that he took me on that lead to my sexual enlightenment...with him and others.
Tony proved to be an ideal partner for me. In just six short months from that first meeting at the pub we were on the verge of marriage. With both of us approaching forty and wanting a family we didn't have the luxury of time to ease into this relationship, but frankly we didn't need it. We were in love and every day that we were together just intensified those feelings.
As the weeks and then months had passed we had settled into a very comfortable and fulfilling life. It seemed that every nuance that we discovered in each other was perfectly balanced with ourselves. We enjoyed the same books, movies and activities. Tony enjoyed preparing the meals, I picked out the wine. I loved spending time on the beach, Tony had a passion for surfing. Every sign pointed to a harmonious life together and we celebrated that in every moment we shared. Our days were filled with love and our nights were filled with lust.
For the first time in my life I understood why the couples I had so often ridiculed lacked the control to keep their hands off of one another. Our nights always faded away in a long embrace of post-orgasmic bliss. Tony took me places sexually that I never dreamed I could go and I went from a shy lover who got undressed in the dark, to a woman who loved to tease my man with a wide array of lingerie that would slowly peel from my body as our passion took control.
A part of that transition was the realization that I had a body made for sex. Let me describe myself, but first a disclaimer. I'm a real woman, not a figment of someone's imagination or an airbrushed stick figure in a men's magazine. I'm five feet, seven inches tall with long dark hair that falls just below my shoulder. My figure is full, but in no way fat, 36 C breasts with a 27 inch waist and longer than average legs. I've always kept myself in good shape, but I never had the confidence in myself to show the results of my hard work. Tony changed that. He instilled in me a confidence that empowered me to be 100% of the woman he loved. That's not to say that I started dressing like a slut, but I did begin to wear shirts that were tighter and showed more cleavage. High heels and shorter skirts also worked their way into my wardrobe for the first time and Tony always showed his appreciation.
I don't think that Tony is any different than other men in that he enjoyed the attention that I received when we were out together. I could sense a measure of pride in him on the nights that I pushed my personal barriers of what I was comfortable wearing in public. As I told you in Chapter 1, Tony is physically average in every way. He's 5'10, 195 lbs with a touch of a belly, but a full head of hair. He could have been any of a thousand men in our town, but to me he was (and remains) the sexiest man alive. Tony's sexiness comes from a place deep inside of himself, a combination of confidence and humility. It was obvious from the beginning that he had a quiet control of our sex life and I willingly followed him.
My willingness to follow him can be summed up in one word. Trust. Tony took the time to build up a level of trust with me that I had never shared with anyone in my life, not a friend, a parent or a sibling. If Tony told me that he would walk in the door at six o'clock he never failed to be there. If he told me that he would do laundry I would return home to find it folded and put away. In short, Tony delivered. I hope you understand point that because it's the foundation of everything that followed for us. Establishing an exciting and experimental sex life is a give and take of wants and needs and if Tony told me that he wouldn't hurt me, or that we would stop if I didn't enjoy something I believed him.
In the only other sexual relationship that I had known in my life I was very withdrawn and unwilling to try new things. Looking back on it now I can clearly see that I didn't trust my previous boyfriend and if I didn't trust him to do something simple like pick up the groceries, how could I trust him to be gentle with anal sex? As a result my entire previous sexual experience was limited to blow jobs and straight intercourse; no toys, no fetishes, no role playing. In short, no fun. Tony changed that.
Over the first months of our relationship he introduced me to a wide variety of new sexual experiences with vibrators, light bondage, rimming, role playing and dildos. I followed him willingly as he introduced my body to pleasures and sensations that I came to look forward to on a daily basis. It was if my body craved the release that he was providing. I needed it and I stayed in a state if constant arousal, my pussy staying moist and engorged from the erotic thoughts that swirled through my head, with one in particular standing above the rest.
