I have been married to Ann for just over five-years. She is a beautiful woman I met when we were both in our last year at a mid-western university. She works hard to keep her 5'2" body fit and has deep blue eyes I get lost in, although most men find her 36D breasts her best feature, judging from the way she has always drawn their attention. Ann still wears her dark blonde hair just like she did in college, long and flowing and it hits her midway down her back. She has a perfect hourglass figure and, although she is oblivious, a sultry walk that stops conversation whenever we enter a public place. I am truly a lucky man.
Ann had a strict Catholic upbringing and while we were dating our sexual activities were limited to kissing, snuggling and what used to be referred to as 'heavy petting' when I was a teenager. During our extended make-out sessions I regularly got her blouse open and bra unsnapped and would gently lick and kiss her silver-dollar areolas with protruding nipples that always seemed to be engorged. After a number of sessions working in that direction, I finally got into her pants and explored her feminine secrets. I introduced her to the pleasure of having her clitoris gently stroked until she reached orgasm, and this, too, became a regular part of our play.
Ann reluctantly began to explore my body, at first stopping when she reached my pubic hair, but then moving down to my cock and balls. She seemed very pleased with my size, knowing from talking with friends that my fat seven-inches was a good catch and above average. She seemed fascinated with my balls, having never had the opportunity to hold and feel any before mine. Oral sex between us was out; she refused to let me get my tongue anywhere near her pussy, and she would almost gag if I tried to direct her mouth toward my cock. No matter to me; I was the boyfriend of one of the best-looking women on campus and she was very active, loved being outdoors and was very fun to be with. Ann was still a virgin on our wedding day and it was a very spiritual event for us both we were finally naked without any restrictions in our wedding night bed.
Normally Ann was very shy about nudity, and when I slowly undressed her that night, removing her wedding dress and then slowly sliding off her lingerie, it was the first time I had ever seen her totally naked. The sight of her lightly tanned and well-toned body lying on the white linen sheets was intoxicating. As I slowly removed my clothing, taking time to hang up each item of my tux, and slowly removing my underwear while looking into her eyes, I could see her excitement for the moment building to a hunger. When I eased into bed, pushed her legs apart and took my place between them, I looked down at her pussy and saw it was gaping and wet, soaking the sheet beneath her buttocks. Ann looked into my eyes and surrendered to me. I knew her gift and the trust she placed in me had been worth the wait.
The moment I took her virginity, sliding my cock slowly and gently into her soaking vagina is one that is burned into my memory forever. Her hymen wasn't present, having given way earlier to tampons and teenage experimentation with her older sister's vibrator. The tightness of her pussy as I entered her, and her breathless thrashing response left no doubt that I was the first to enter her breathtaking body. After some initial awkwardness, Ann got into the rhythm and soon she was fucking her hips back at me and had an orgasm quickly. I soon had my own orgasm and shot a huge load of cum into her for the first time.
Our sex life was great for me, having a beautiful woman like her, but her conservative upbringing and Catholic guilt kept her behavior in the bedroom in check. Several times a year, usually after a dinner out and a few drinks, Ann would let me go down on her and bring her to an orgasm. She would never entertain giving me a blowjob and letting me cum in her mouth. She did like giving me a hand job and spurt my hot seed on her breasts, after which she would run her fingers through the goo and rub it into her skin. We tried watching porn together, but Ann was too embarrassed by the images on the screen. A gentle suggestion to try anal sex was met with a resounding, 'no!', although I did manage to slide a well-lubricated finger in on several occasions and it seemed to turn her on. Over the years we had purchased a realistic latex dildo that was slightly longer than my length and a smaller vibrator, which we kept in our nightstand with a tube of KY jelly. On rare occasions Ann would let me use one or both on her and seemed to enjoy the nastiness of it. There was, of course a lot of guilt about her having pleasure without me, and that would prevent us from using them again for a time.
One time when we were watching a made for TV movie about swinging, I asked if she was interested and she looked at me like I was insane. As time went on in our marriage, Ann had some difficulty reaching orgasm. It concerned me more than her, though, and she frequently said that it wasn't that important to her, that she loved me and that it was enough for her to share the intimacy of love making with me.
After we got married I was on the fast track with my career in civil engineering and took a job with a large construction job that had highway and bridge projects all over the western states. As a result, as I progress through my engineer in training program I traveled more and more. Once I was a full-fledged engineer the company gave me a significant raise, a low finance rate on a new home, and a company car. This came with added responsibilities and more travel away from home to project sites to make sure everything was on track and to conduct quality control checks on projects.
What I didn't realize initially while focusing on my career was that I had neglected Ann in the process. Sure, she had a great home, a demanding job of her own, but what she really wanted was me, and I just was not there for her. Over the last few months I started to see the signs of stress on Ann my travel schedule was causing and resolved to cut back. Although I did have to leave on a trip, I also resolved to get home as soon as I could drop some of the work on a younger associate to deal with while I was at home with what really mattered.
I thought that I would surprise Ann by arriving home four-days before I was scheduled, and that I would bring her flowers and take her out for a romantic dinner before flying us both to Reno for a romantic weekend get away. I took a deep breath and decided that I'd have that conversation with her that weekend about starting a family, something she had wanted for the last year and that I'd been avoiding talking about.
I picked up the flowers and drove toward home. After turning the corner onto our street I saw a strange car parked out in front of our house. Thinking that it might be a new car that her sister had picked up, I parked away from the house and snuck through the shrubs of our well-landscaped yard, hoping to surprise the two of them in our backyard by our pool.
As I was walking by our living room window, I caught sight of Ann sitting on one of our couches next to a man I didn't recognize. I crept around the house to an open window that also gave me a clear view of them and I could hear them talking. He apparently was an associate with a large brokerage firm that we had seen an ad on local TV for before I had left town on my business trip. Apparently, Ann had called him and he stopped over. I was about to just walk around to the back of the house and enter the room with my flowers, but something stopped me, and I continued to watch them for a few more moments. Something about the way they were sitting was more intimate than one would expect for an at-home meeting with a new client.
Ann was wearing a light blouse over a summer weight skirt that hit her just above the knee. Her legs were folded up on the couch, causing the skirt to rise, revealing some thigh that seemed to catch the salesman's attention. He sat back on the couch and I got a glimpse from my position what was also catching his eye; the blouse Ann was wearing had widely-spaced buttons that were gaping as her upper body curved while she was sitting on the couch. I was sure that the salesman was getting the same view I was of her full breast encased in her sheer bra.
Ann seemed to be taken with him and slightly flirting in her cautious way. She would glance at his materials, and then girlishly look up into his eyes, smile and then lightly laugh as if he had said something witty. She caught his downward gaze and followed it, realizing that he was looking at her breast through the gap in her blouse, but didn't reposition herself or straighten her blouse to close the gap. She smiled. I realized that she wanted him to look. I found myself wondering if he was going to try something with her.
I didn't have to wait long.
The salesman's arm had been up on the back of the couch. As they talked, Ann sat forward at one point, giving us both a full shot of her breast through the gap in her blouse. That pushed the salesman over the edge. As Ann sat back he brought his other hand up to her face and turned her head toward him, catching her by surprise and he leaned in to kiss her fully on the mouth. I watched and it was clear that Ann had opened her mouth accepting his tongue into hers briefly. She suddenly realized what was going on and broke away, saying, "Ben, no, I can't do this! I'm a happily married woman!" He looked into her eyes and then kissed her again, this time longer and I saw her arms begin to move around to the back of his neck.
I watched the kiss linger, and they were definitely exploring each other's mouths with their tongues now. I could her Ann breathing deeply as we used to when we made out earlier in our relationship. The salesman's hand moved down to Ann's hips and he pulled her to him, kissing her more deeply, and she didn't resist at all. I started thinking to myself, 'this guy is going to try to feel up my wife!'
The salesman's hands moved up my wife's body, and he cupped one of her breasts. I heard her inhale sharply and she pushed his hand away and broke the kiss. "Ben!" she exclaimed. "I'm married. I can't do this! I think you should leave now, while we're still friends. I'll call you after my husband gets back into town. He doesn't need to know about this. It will be our little secret and we can still invest some money with you. I know he's interested in doing that."
I saw him take a moment to think, and then he responded in a low voice, "Ann, I think that you are breathtaking. You are a beautiful woman, and he isn't giving you the time he should. No one kisses the way you just kissed me if they are getting what they need from their lover. I'm not leaving just yet." And, with that he pinned Ann to the couch with his body and began kissing her, clearly shoving his tongue into her mouth through her pursed lips again. Ann struggled against him.
I was about to run around to the patio door and bust in there and kick the guy's ass. I watched just a moment longer and I saw Ann's arms reach around hold Ben's head and shoulder's gently. No more struggle. She relaxed her body and gave into the kiss. I could her breathing deeply again. I knew that Ben would be fucking Ann before he left and I was right.
