Thanks to everyone who read Chapter 1 and especially commented. Again, everything here is pretty true as far as I remember it, now, in my dotage. ;-)
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Lynn and I had not been married very long when the first signs of trouble in paradise vaguely appeared. Lynn was still only 18, married, pregnant, and forced out of HS by the prevailing standards and norms of that time - 1968. We had one car and I often left it with her and merely rode the bus that serviced downtown St. Louis where my IBM office was.
I knew she missed HS and her friends and was probably bored a lot just sitting home all day. And we had enough money to get by but not much extra for things other than necessities, at this stage.
One night she went out bowling with some of her girl friends - and maybe her much older sister. Anyway, SOMEBODY bought some alcohol for Lynn and she got pretty drunk and then very horny. I was fast asleep and never did know exactly when she got home. I woke up with the alarm the next morning and Lynn wasn't there in bed with me. I kind of stumbled into the living room where our phone was to call her Mom - figuring maybe she had gone there for some reason - and she was sleeping on the couch. I woke her up and she was mad at me.
She said she came home all horny and woke me up and I had a nice hard-on, but then just rolled over and ignored her. Totally pissed her off. I remembered exactly none of this, of course, I never really woke up, I'm quite sure. I told her in the future just climb on and enjoy yourself and I would probably actually wake up at some point.
I slowly learned some more about sex, through talking with the older folks in my office, and some borrowed porn books and magazines like "Penthouse." Even as a 20 year old I was by far the youngest person in our office, even the secretaries who also didn't have 4 year degrees. I could not even buy alcohol myself nor "Playboy" or "Penthouse". Eventually I learned about oral sex and Lynn was willing to try anything sexual. First time I explained a blowjob she sucked till I came and swallowed every drop - then licked her lips. She also liked me licking her pussy but preferred me fucking her, actually.
The question of Lynn's own orgasm and satisfaction was kind of open. She never seemed to have a specific ogasmic event - like yelling and a climax. I worried about this a tad given my experience with Karla and the nagging feeling she dropped me like a hot potato because I just wasn't good enough for her sexually. I wondered if Lynn was like a "classic" nympho - a woman who always wanted more sex because she never actually orgasmed? But slowly I decided otherwise - both from talking to her and observations. I really think Lynn was merely constantly orgasmic - whenever I was in her. She certainly was wet enough the whole time - and the few times I did come a tad quickly she acted very, very frustrated. I would go down on her when that happened and she accepted it - kind of grudgingly though. Eventually what ended up as our most normal sex was her on top of me riding my cock hard for a pretty long time until she finally just kind of sighed and collapsed on top of me. Then I would roll her off me, roll her on her stomach, and enter her pussy from behind - and she would THEN pump her ass like crazy until I quickly came and we would end up sleeping spooned on her side with my cock still in her.
The final and most convincing thing that finally happened was a visit to Eugene's farm in Southern rural Missouri one weekend. Remember that Eugene was my best HS friend who first threw Lynn at me. Eugene had married his girlfriend and his Dad had sold their 12 acre produce farm that was just in our small town's city limits for quite a bit of money - Eugene got enough to buy a 40 acre farm in the Missouri countryside, complete with small pond, a cow, and some pigs. But his wife wasn't exactly the greatest housekeeper or gracious hostess. The house was kind of filthy, actually - and Lynn and I decided to sleep outside together in our one sleeping bag on a concrete patio. Concrete and not even a thermarest pad - ah, to be young again.
Anyway, Lynn was just real nervous being outside like that and no tent. Afraid of "snakes", afraid of bears or whatever. She was keeping me awake, so finally I just fucked her. Like always soon as I kissed her and started touching her cunt, she was wet. So - I fucked her for a while until I came and pretty obviously that time was long enough for her, as well. Then she just curled up and went right to sleep. No way she was just faking that and not truly "satisfied" on a very deep level.
Another thing about Lynn was that 3 days without sex was just about her limit. If, for some reason we went that long without sex she started getting real bitchy and nasty. Eventually I figured out what was what, and one fuck would put her right back in her more normal and OK mood. But of course there were going to be times when I wasn't around her enough.
Even after our first daughter was born - just a few weeks early but still a long and difficult delivery for Lynn of literally days in labor - then a small cut in her vagina and subsequent stitches - with instructions NOT to engage in sex until her gynecologist cleared her - we had intercourse about a week after her return home. Probably tore some stitches and hurt her but she didn't care. If she had the slightest bit of post partum depression, it certainly didn't show up as affecting her libido. And you know the funny thing? She still felt pretty darn tight to me right then and henceforth.
Maybe it's time to jump ahead just a tad and explain that. I had discovered some of Lynn's infidelities by late 1975. It wasn't that I couldn't satisfy Lynn sexually, as long as I was there - but the increasing times I wasn't in town due to IBM classes and business as my career progressed, she just couldn't handle without a cock, apparently. And Lynn was a liar. And not a very good one - or maybe she was once a pretty good one but my own naivete and faith in her initially allowed her to get careless, Anyway, I was no longer blindly "in love" with her by this point and I was also stressed by her mental and physical illness issues by then. We had scheduled a ski week vacation in Colorado with the Southern Illinois University Alumni Association. It was a pretty inexpensive barebones bus trip/shared condos vacation with great group rates on lifts, equipment rentals, and basic instruction. I had wanted to try skiing ever since that year of my eye accident - 1960 - when I was stuck at home for 6 weeks but got to watch a lot of the Winter Olympics then. We got to sign up for this because one of our mutual friends - Cara and her husband in the Bridge Club we participated in - were SIU-E alumni. But then Lynn got sick with one of her weird undiagnosable illnesses ("back pain" this time), and went into the hospital. (It's where the best drugs are.) We had already arranged for our kids to be looked out for that week by my mother - so I just said "screw it, I'm going whether you get out of here or not." Well, she didn't and I did. Funny thing is she DID get out of the hospital just a couple days after we all left on the bus - almost like she didn't want to go and had other things planned...
Anyway, as it turned out Cara's husband didn't go either, but another male friend of Cara's went, plus two of her female friends as well - Nora and Elizabeth - both married as well but sans spouses. Also one of my own closest friends from IBM then and his young bride also came on this same trip. I was looking forward to learning how to ski and just spending some "chill" time with my friend Walter and his bride and really not much else - but Cara had some other ideas.
When we all got to the condo complex, Cara said that us 5 should stay together: her, her friends Don and Nora and Liz, and me. In lieu of the guys in one condo and girls in another as the tour organizer had arranged. Well, no one seemed to care and I didn't either. I liked Cara, she was very beautiful in the face, with a great outgoing personality and with a very voluptuous body. A little too voluptuous for me personally, as far as most attractive - but I wouldn't kick her out of my bed.
I had brought my stash of weed with me. Walter and I and a few other IBM'ers actually partaked of a few recreational drugs back then - despite the very real risks to our careers. Anyway, it was Cara's friend Nora who really kind of got the ball rolling. She was flirting with me as soon as we got in the condo. We all ended up crammed in one jeep one of the locals had to take us grocery shopping that first night - with the girls in charge of the menus and us 2 guys just paying our share and being quiet. And on that trip Nora just had to sit in my lap, coming and going. And I just had to rub her ass as well. Turns out Nora was quite experienced with men - in rather large quantities. She was about 34, petite at 5'3" and 105 lbs. with very firm 34B type breasts and a great looking ass in her tight jeans. As generally the case, I was the youngest in the group at 28.