Let me start by describing the woman of my dreams. Colleen stands tall, a leggy, dishwater blond. She's attractive without being a knockout and is portioned nicely. There was never a doubt why I married her. I married her because the sex was great. She had a husband when I first met her. I found out later that she not only cheated on him with me but she also had a long line of other lovers.
I met her at work while she was still married. I was a manager, she was a secretary. The affair took me by surprise because I didn't instigate it. She seduced me, flirting openly until I submitted to her charms. Soon, we were in the middle of a passionate, erotic affair. We fucked like rabbits, anywhere and everywhere. I couldn't get enough of her. Besides being insatiable, she was hot and nasty, traits I adored, loving to tell me of her exploits. There was a certain extra thrill to the sneaking around, trying not to get caught by her husband, yet openly flaunting our affair to the world.
And there was the highlighted thrill of illicit lust.
Besides being a tremendous fuck, one of Colleen's greatest assets is her mouth. It's soft and sensual and she knows how to use it as she demonstrated more than once in some out of the way parking lot during lunch. Her legs are great to look at and when wrapped around your hips she really knows how to get the most out of you, if you know what I mean. Her ass is a nice shape, round, ripe and she loves to bend over, show it off whenever I'm looking, knowing I'm a sucker when it comes to a fine ass.
Possessing a wild and very kinky streak, she's ripe for anything, the naughtier the better. I think she lives for this kinky side of sex and, let me tell you, the kinkier it gets the better she likes it. I'm the same way and I thought we were two peas in the same pod.
After every sexual encounter I implored her to tell me details of all her kinky experiences, using the stories to excite me to another round of frolicking. She had many wild experiences, always seeking different ways and different people to cheat with on her husband. She's even had a threesome, with a man and his wife.
After a number of months of the hottest sex imaginable and some serious discussions I convinced her to leave her husband and marry me. I used as persuasive tactics our unique similarities in tastes, adding the comfortable style she would soon enjoy. I told her over and over again that I really got off on her unusual, nasty tastes, and I told her that I loved her for them.
My little guy was leading the charge as he envisioned a life of sex and wild stories...little did I know.
Before marrying me, we had a long talk. She got real serious and asked if I was positive about getting hitched. I told her I had never met anyone who liked to fuck and play around as much as she did. I explained that I loved her kinky, wild behavior and wanted to be a daily part of it.
After listening to my pledge of devotion she shook her head and told me I better be very certain about the union because once we were married, things would change. Like all men, I only listened with the little head. I wanted her too much to hear what she was saying.
Finally I won out. I was able to convince her finally to leave her husband for a couple of reasons. The first was that I was financially better off than he was and my big, beautiful house and nice cars appealed to Colleen. She enjoyed how I was able to treat her royally. The second reason was that I was a soft touch and reveled in her nasty escapades. Believing she could control me with her perverted behavior, she envisioned me playing an important role in the next step down the depraved path of her sexual destiny.
Foolishly, I believed we were like twisted twin beings in our mutual desire to discover new and exciting adventures and we would be willing partners in everything we did.
Soon after the marriage ceremony we began our wonderful new life together. We didn't discuss what we were going to do; we just sort of grew into them. I wondered how long into our new marriage it would take before things got a bit wild and perverted.
Arriving home at my usual time I was surprised when Colleen wasn't there yet. Ordinarily she was waiting when I got there. Throwing on a couple of steaks I started dinner when I heard her enter.
"Getting home a little late aren't we?" I kidded her.
"Am I?" she responded as she strode to the bedroom. Following her, I watched as she began to disrobe tossing articles aside as she went to the bathroom.
"I remember when I was the reason you were late getting home." Again I attempted to draw her into some playful banter, recalling the days when she and I snuck off someplace before she went home to her husband.
"Do you?" she said from the depths of the bathroom.
"Yes. And I remember why you were late," I teased.
"And why was that?" she asked as she reentered the bedroom, wrapping her robe around her and knotting the belt tightly.
"Well, it seemed you were engaged in some rather sordid affairs that a good wife wasn't supposed to be engaged in." I smiled at the memory.
"So, you do remember those times?"
"Definitely. Those were some of the best times of my life."
"Huh. Too bad you gave those days up."
She seemed somewhat obtuse and I wasn't following her train of conversation. "So what were you doing?"
"Do you mean, was I doing what we used to do when I used to be late?" Surprised at her answer, I looked at her in amazement.
"Were you?"
"What if I was? Didn't you marry me for being that way?" She left me standing there, my mouth wide open. Shocked, I never suspected she would cheat on me, but the bulge in my pants told me I was definitely interested.
Later that night, Colleen was sitting on the bed, fresh from a shower. As she fit a sexy bra over her ample sized breasts, she glanced at me. Noticing I was watching her every move, a smug smile covered her face.
"Why don't you help, since you seem so interested?" Her words were more than just a suggestion. The little soldier sprang to attention as she handed me her panties.
Kneeling in front of her, I glanced up her legs to the beautiful area between her legs that I cherished so much. Every lovemaking episode we had always began with twenty minutes of devotion with my tongue to her pussy.
Sliding the light blue silk panties up her long, sexy legs caused my erection to reach an unbelievable height. Carefully fondling her thighs and hips, I slipped the delicate fabric up her majestic gams while caressing the soft sensual skin. Somewhere in the back of my besotted brain I was aware that it had been a while since we had fooled around.
My hands ran up and down her legs as I caressed the soft skin of her legs.
Looking down on me, she smiled as she saw how aroused I was. Bending toward her sweet smelling crotch, I planted a kiss against her mound, rubbing her clit, teasing it playfully with my lips.
"Be careful you don't get me wet or I'll have to change." She moved away slightly. "These panties look good on me, don't they?" she said as she pushed my head away from her.
Next she handed me a pair of nylons. Rolling them down like I had seen her do so many times, I worked them carefully up her legs. This act of reverse stripping was highly erotic. Fondling her sexy legs, I pretended I was simply making sure the nylons were smooth and straight on her. It was obvious to both of us that I was trying to arouse her.
"You can play with me all you want. But you're not getting any." She stood and slipped on a tight, clinging black dress.
Watching her walk to the door, I asked her where she was going.
"Out. That's all you need to know. You're my husband, not my boyfriend." She smiled seductively at me as she paused at the door.
"Don't wait up for me; I don't know when I'll be back." Her wicked grin sent a pang of jealousy and lust through me. We were only one month into our marriage and she was already going out. I didn't know whether to be excited or be worried. She blew me a kiss as she closed the door.
That night was exquisite torture for me. Torn between jealousy and her kinky behavior, I envisioned all sorts of erotic thoughts of her indiscretions, her illicit love affairs, and with a fantasy of her making love to some new boy friend, I played with myself all evening, falling asleep only after getting myself off.
This went on almost every night. She came home later and later from work, then casually dressed up for an evening out on the town. The only pleasure I got was helping her dress sometimes. Even that happened less often as more and more she donned her clothes in the bathroom, far away from my prying eyes and helpful hands.
"Why won't you let me help you dress anymore?" I asked her as she started for the door on her way out for the evening.
"Oh, is that something that helps get you off?" she asked as she paused at the door.
"Well, it seems that's the only time you allow me near your body anymore."
"Is it? I hadn't noticed."
"So can I help next time?" my voice pleaded.
"We'll see," she responded with a smirk as she opened the door. "But I doubt it."
Getting ready for bed I forsook my usual practice of pajamas and jumped under the covers completely naked.
She came in very late that night. Glancing at the clock by the bed, I noticed it was after three in the morning. Colleen left the lights off and undressed in the dark, her shadow illustrating her disrobing. The vision of her stripping after all of my cruel suspicions was extremely erotic, as though she was some exotic courtesan. I thought she would go into the bathroom but she just threw her clothes on the floor and hopped into bed.
She lay on her back and seemed content to go right to sleep. Listening carefully, I waited for her to drift off. As her breathing became deeper, I slowly lifted the covers back. A whiff of sex permeated the air. My hand crept lower and reached between her legs.
The tip of my fingers felt the softness of her pussy hairs. They seemed matted and a bit sticky. My own breathing became ragged, as I suspected she had cheated on me. Bringing my fingers to my nose I sniffed them for further evidence. It was definitely her odor yet it did seem a little different, a bit more pungent.
Sneaking lower in the bed I sought more proof. Gently prying her long legs apart, I brought my face closer to her mound. The scent was strong, a definite sex smell. As my mouth touched her pussy hairs, I felt the wetness. My tongue inched out and licked.
