My wife and I met in high school. I was a football stud and a party animal. She was an honors student and painfully shy. I actually approached her because I felt sorry for her at some party that her friends had dragged her to. She just stood in a corner and looking down at the floor. I walked up and started a conversation. It did not take long to realize how beautiful and sweet she was. I gave up my hound dog ways and decided that I had found what I had been searching for all along.
Our relationship was very innocent at first. She was completely inexperienced so I was gentle and patient with her. She did not have a clue as to her beauty. The first time I saw her without her clothes it took my breath away. She is blonde and petite with a very tight body. Her breasts were the perfect fit for my hands. They are quite firm and so responsive that her nipples get hard from just a kiss on her lips. Her blue eyes are so deep that they seem to engulf me. Six years later I still cannot get enough of kissing her.
Like I said she was shy. She had only been kissed once before me. I, on the other hand, had spread my oats both far and wide. It took a month before I made it inside her bra, three months before she would touch my dick with her hand, and three weeks after that before I touched her perfect pussy.
We did not have sex until we were married.
Two years after our first date!
I had an unbelievable set of blue balls. I just have to say thank god for porn! On our wedding night we had the clumsiest sex of my life. I did not come and she bled all over our wedding bed. Not one for the memory book.
As time went on we got better. After several months of missionary I introduced a new position, she was hesitant at first but soon learned to enjoy being on top. Getting her to blow me was a chore. She never let me cum in her mouth.
Good thing I loved her so much. In every other way she was perfect. She was a wonderful cook and fastidiously clean. She loved the same movies I did. Laughed at my jokes. And loved me completely. I never even contemplated cheating on her. But I did buy more porn.
I became somewhat of a regular at the local adult video store. I even befriended one of the clerks. He was a large black guy name of Roscoe. He was far more articulate and educated then I would have expected for a guy working in that business. He was an easy guy to talk to and I often found myself laughing out loud at the stories he told of some of the odder patrons. He also titillated me with stories of some of the women that occasionally showed up.
“They are the ones with the nasty streak. They look embarrassed and self conscious looking through the merchandise, but once they pick something and place it on the counter they are all worked up and aching to take it home and put it through its paces.”
One day, after being married for a little over a year, I came home from work and immediately felt that there was a chill in the air. Cindy said nothing but her irritation was apparent. I asked if anything was wrong and she said no. That no was, of course, a yes. It took two days for her to finally tell me what was bothering her. And even then she had to just show me.
After I asked her once again why she was so distant she stood up and walked into our bedroom. She opened my closet and reached into a box that I keep in the back. She pulled it out and asked what I was doing with all this. It was of course my porn collection. I could see she was upset and I wanted to make her feel better. But at that moment my mind could not come up with a reasonable response. She cried and said how she must not be enough for me and how she did not know that I was a pervert. I tried to defend myself, but everything I said sounded self-serving and juvenile.
Finally I got frustrated and just blurted out that there were things that I needed that she just did not give to me. I told her she was lucky it was just magazines and movies and not some real person that was helping me meet my needs. At that she stopped crying and looked at me hard.
“You might as well have!” She said and then walked to the bathroom and slammed the door.
It took a while but we managed to come to a compromise. I only watched, or read porn, when she was having her period or feeling under the weather. This seemed to make things a little less strained between us. I knew that she still would rather it was no longer in the house. But she knew that that was just not going to happen.
Then one day I was called out of town for a marketing conference. We had our usual obligatory fuck the night before and then I left for a three- day long nightmare of glad handing and networking.
I arrived back in town on a Friday night. Cindy was standing at the terminal gate and she looked amazing. She had her blonde hair down and spilling over her shoulders. She had on a very short dress and that did all it could to accentuate every curve of her delicious body. When our lips met her mouth devoured mine. When the kiss ended I was literally breathless.
“Nice to see you too!” I gasped.
“Let’s get home. I have really missed you!”
The sex that night was amazing. Cindy fucked me up one side and down the other. She even insisted I come in her mouth, which she then swallowed! When I asked her what had got into her she just said how much she missed me.
Now most guys would be ecstatic. But I was worried. This change was a complete departure from the Cindy that I knew and it bothered me for several days. What had happened in my absence? Who or what had turned my wife into a hungry sex goddess?
A few days later I got my answer. While Cindy was at the gym one day I did a little tidying up in the closet when I noticed that the box that I kept my porn in was moved. I investigated and found much of the tapes and magazines had been rearranged. I had no idea what to do with this knowledge. I knew confronting her was a mistake. So I chose to keep silent.
Our sex life remained in a somewhat heightened state and I noticed that Cindy was raiding my adult materials several times a week. It occurred to me that maybe I could interest Cindy in different types of sex by stocking the box with those types of materials. I went to the local adult bookstore and purchased tapes on anal sex, group sex, and swinging. I had no real desire to share Cindy but it turned me on to fantasize about those possibilities.
As the weeks went on I often checked the box and tried to determine which tapes Cindy might have watched. I never used what was in the box to gratify my needs since I was constantly turned on by the prospect of what Cindy was watching. It literally became “Cindy’s little box of porn”.
Cindy never talked to me about the movies in the box but she was more haphazard in the way she put them away. The box was often moved or the lid open. It seemed she could care less that I knew. Yet I still felt that she did not want to discuss this fact with me.
On one trip to the adult store I purchased several dildos. This was a major step, as I knew that she would know they were specifically for her. When I next checked two days later I found that she had opened every one of the packaged dildos. I masturbated three times that afternoon and later in bed Cindy fucked me raw.
This went on for several months then something shocking happened. I was stocking the box with a few new videos when I noticed a package that I had not seen before. I looked more carefully and saw that it contained a very large realistic looking black dildo. I sat with my jaw on the floor for several minutes and then looked a little deeper in the box. I found a number of videos that seemed unfamiliar to me. They all featured large black guys and white women. This was a completely unexpected wrinkle in our little arrangement.
I was intrigued imagining my very private wife working up the courage to buy those toys. It was so out of character for her. I could not imagine how she had worked up the courage to even enter the store. Much less make the purchases that she had made. It excited me and frightened me just a little. Two weeks later I was no longer frightened I was panicked.
Two weeks later was when I found three tokens that were used to watch adult videos in the back of the store. They were mixed with the change in Cindy’s coin purse. My hand was literally shaking as I imagined my wife sitting in one of those filthy booths watching people fuck.
Later when I sat across from my wife at dinner as she talked about an idea that she got from a decorating show I could not keep my mind from imagining her expression as she sat in the little booth feeding coins into the slot and making her selection. What had compelled her to venture back there?
Cindy tried to get me hard that night. She worked me with her mouth for over half and hour but I just could not relax. I felt like I was in bed with a stranger. I began to wonder just what else I did not know about my wife. The thoughts would not leave my head.
I sat in my office at work for exactly twenty minutes. Then I jumped up and stormed out. I knew where I had to go and whom I had to talk to.
Roscoe was leaning over the counter reading the personals. He smiled when he saw me. “Hey man how you doing?”
I tried to be casual. I talked about the recent football game, the weather, and just any damn thing that I could think of before I finally got to the question of the day.
