I'm starting out this tale in the middle by relating some thought-provoking information about female orgasms. This was information that I never knew until I was twenty eight years old, and most of you probably don't know now regardless of your age. This information is important to understanding my story.
According to an MRI study published by the Journal of Sexual Medicine, in 2011, stimulation of the nipples of the majority of sexually active females activates a part of the brain called the "genital sensory cortex." This is the same region of the brain that is activated by the stimulation of the vagina and clitoris. This provides an explanation for the results of other research that between one and three percent of modern women in the Western World can consistently orgasm by breast stimulation alone. This compares with a study done dozens of years ago by a guy named Dr. Otto which found that 29% of American women studied said that they had had at least one orgasm from breast stimulation alone in their lifetime, although for most women the number was in the single digits. The discrepancy (assuming that Dr. Otto's study was accurate) is explained by the fact that at the time of Dr. Otto's study women were not as sexually provocative or liberated as they are today, and were willing to engage in breast stimulation much more than in penile intercourse.
The bottom line - a small percentage of women can orgasm from tit fucking alone, or even just nipple sucking. That makes these women capable of "boobgasms."
I also found, much to my surprise and - I'll admit it - dismay, that roughly 70% of women do not orgasm from penile intercourse alone. While the vast majority of women (well over 90%) can orgasm from stimulation of the clitoris alone, there also is a small percentage that never orgasm from clitoris stimulation.
When I researched this subject I wanted my research to be complete so I also studied blow jobs and anal.
There is one woman featured in an article in Cosmopolitan Magazine that swears that she gets mild orgasms from giving blow jobs, and that she can teach most women how. I don't believe that, but there is literature indicating that there are a very small percentage (less than one percent) of women who sometimes orgasm when they give head.
Another very small percentage of women can have anal orgasms. However, even if they don't orgasm anal sex must do something for some women, because it has been statistically demonstrated that women who regularly engage in anal sex tend to have more vaginal orgasms than women who don't.
You're probably wondering what all of the above information has to do with me. One important fact is that I was 100% completely clueless about all of the above until I was twenty eight and had been married for two years; another significant thing is that I had a reason for becoming highly motivated to find out this information.
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I need to bore you a little with my background for some of my tale to make sense. I grew up in a rough neighborhood, and had lots of fights, and lost few. Many of the fights were protecting my younger brother who I loved dearly, because he's gay and that didn't sit well in the hood. I probably would have ultimately ended up in jail but when I dropped out of High School my junior year I met a guy named Jonah who changed my life. Well maybe "met" isn't the best word. I tried to mug him since he obviously was over sixty, and couldn't have weighed more than 140 pounds while I weighed 175. He kicked the shit out of me but apparently I put up a good enough fight that he was impressed. As I lay bleeding on the ground, but still conscious, he engaged in conversation.
"What's your name?"
I was not going to answer, but when he lifted up his foot like he was going to kick me again I blurted out "Tom Schindler."
"Are you a High School dropout?"
"Yeah."
"Tom - I'm going to give you a choice. I'm either going to call the cops right now and have you arrested, or you're going to give me your word to come to my gym tomorrow for some testing and a workout. Which is it?"
"How do you know that I'll show up?"
"Because I'm going to get a look at your ID and if you don't show up I'm going to come after you and the next time I won't be gentle with you."
"This time was gentle?" I thought, since my entire body ached and I was profusely bleeding from my nose. "I'll take the gym visit," I said.
"Not as dumb as you look," Jonah snickered. "Here's my card. Be there between 1 pm and 2 pm tomorrow. Now let me see your ID.'
To make a long story short, his gym prepped both boxers and MMA fighters. He gave me a janitorial job and free MMA training, contingent upon me getting my GED. When I turned 18 he scheduled some fights for me. Although after training my natural weight was 178 I fought welterweight (155-170). I won my first four matches, had a draw with the 23rd ranked welterweight in the world, then lost (by submissions) to the 14th and 17th ranked welterweights.
Jonah was honest with me. "Tom, you got your GED, you're a good citizen and not a punk anymore, and you're never gonna make it into the top ten of MMA. You're also a lot smarter than the average fighter. Enroll in junior college, and make something of yourself."
I did as told, got an associate's degree in engineering, and then got a bachelor's degree in engineering from one of the two best public universities in my state, graduating at the age of twenty four.
I met my future wife Bonnie just out of college. She is a year older than I am and was in her third year of law school when we met. I guess that I need to describe us physically.
Both she and I have faces slightly better looking than average. Mine has a few small scars, but they just add character. We both look good in clothes, although we would not immediately knock anyone's socks off, although her legs are much above average. Where we both shine in the looks department is in our naked upper bodies.
I have a six pack and as good a musculature for someone my size as there is. I continued to, and still continue to, do MMA type training (without sparring) ever since I gave up fighting and also have natural muscle tone. Bonnie has - as least to me, and I've never had anyone with knowledge disagree - the best tits in the state, if not the entire country. They're probably between a C and D cup with long nipples, and the perfect shape. They're firm yet pliable - if that makes sense. The first time that I saw them I was on the verge of cumming spontaneously in my pants when she whipped out my dick and sucked the cum out of me.
While I love Bonnie's tits, her personality is what made me fall in love with her. She is kind, fun, and vivacious, all at the same time. Also, her dichromatic eyes actually add to her character. She has one deep blue iris and one vivid green one. While she has colored contacts that she can use when the situation suits it, I love it when she doesn't - for some reason I find her dichromatic eyes exotic, and she seems to much appreciate that.
One additional thing that I liked about Bonnie was her friends. It seems like many women have friends that make it difficult on their boyfriends. Not Bonnie; I liked all of her female friends. In fact her best friend, Julie, is as vivacious and fun as Bonnie is. She is also really cute, and as kind and sweet as any woman I have ever met in my life. Bonnie introduced her to me about two weeks after I met Bonnie, and Julie and I became excellent friends independent of Bonnie; in fact Julie became probably the best female friend that I ever had.
There was one problem with Julie, though. I saw her in a bikini once, and I was bowled over by her shape - especially her creamy sculptured thighs. It took about two weeks to get those thighs out of my mind.
It took me about six months to get Bonnie to commit to being exclusive. She finally agreed, and we got married just before I turned twenty six and she had just turned twenty seven. Julie was her maid of honor and my gay brother was my best man.
Bonnie - maybe it's her legal training - chooses her words very carefully. I call it "parsing," but maybe that's not the right term. Anyway, as far as I know she never lied about anything important, but I had to carefully consider exactly what she said. I've known her to say to a subordinate "You've done a helluva job," meaning "You're just about to be fired." When we were sitting in one of her parents' friend's living room and the elderly gentlemen with a disastrous hair piece asked her if she liked his new toupee she smiled and said "You have a beautiful rug there," which I later got her to admit was a reference to his floor covering, not his creepy wig.
Even though I have an engineering degree, I am far from being the "sharpest tool in the shed," and rarely catch on to Bonnie's parsing unless it is somehow brought to my attention. This encompassed the vows she wrote for our wedding. They included, in what became the "relevant" part, "I will only have sexual intercourse with you as long as we are married." We got married by a justice of the peace. I'm not sure that the average priest, minister, or rabbi would have agreed to go along with that vow.
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While Bonnie's and my sex life didn't vary much, it didn't have to. It was fantastic even though not particularly experimental. In a typical session I sucked her tits - especially those elongated nipples - then put a little lotion in the valley between her boobs. Then I reciprocated my cock between her delicious globes as she pushed them together until her eyes start fluttering uncontrollably and she gasped for breath. Then I scurried down her body and buried my cock in her pussy - which by then was soaking wet - and pumped hard until I shot my wad, at which point she shook and chirped, seemingly doing her best not to scream and normally succeeding.
Occasionally I ate her and she gave me a blowjob, and also occasionally I fucked her doggy while manipulating her nipples, but the vast majority of the time we both wanted, needed, and totally enjoyed, the nipple-sucking, tit-fucking, cunt-banging, sequence.
I had just turned twenty eight and was thoroughly enjoying married life when some "flies appeared in the ointment." None of the events or situations was enough by itself to make me suspicious of Bonnie, but when added together I couldn't help but wonder.
Although our sex life was as fantastic as ever - maybe even slightly better than when we first got married - Bonnie:
-Insisted upon, in fact she was manic about it, going to a health club early in the morning four days a week. It didn't make any difference what time we got to bed, what my libido was like in the morning, or what other activities were planned. She had to get there by 7 a. m. without fail.
-Had strange looks on her face when exiting the bathroom at several parties that we went to.
-Always immediately changed the tenor of her conversation on her cell phone, or got off it, whenever I came nearby while she was having a discussion.
-Sometimes came home from a trip to a bar after work looking a little disheveled, even though she was never later than the time she said she'd be home, and we almost always ate dinner together.
I checked her panties in the wash, and looked for other signs of an affair, but came across nothing. However, it did bother me, so after about four months of doubts I confronted her while in bed one night. I wasn't belligerent or nasty in any way - just curious.
With a big smile on her face and without any apparent angst Bonnie said - "Why you little devil; you're jealous aren't you?"
"Jealous of what?"
