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.