The following is a true story about events which took place about a year ago. Although it happened some time ago the images are still fresh in my mind and I feel the need to get it off my chest.
My wife and I started dating in university. I was studying to be a teacher and her a physicist. We started dating and there was instant attraction, we started having sex not too long into the relationship. We would always meet every chance we got in those days. After school ended we decided to get married, I was 25 and she was 24. Going into our relationship I always knew that she was the more sexually experienced of the two of us, but this did not really bother me. Soon after we got married my wife was pregnant with our first, and only child. Taking care of our son at first consumed both of our lives.
During the pregnancy, my usually very skinny wife had put on a few pounds. She started going to the gym to work the weight off and in no time was looking back to normal. The only difference was that her hips were now pushed out giving her and fuller figure, with still no fat to speak of. My wife is an extremely attractive woman to me. She's 5'7" with a very thin build. Not much in the way of breasts, but her legs and ass more than make up for that. She has long brown hair, and very pretty face with soft features and brown eyes. I've always gotten hard just from touching her. She did a great job of staying in shape, handling a small family and preparing for her career.
I bed Michelle was always the submissive one. She loved getting it doggie style and having her hair pulled while doing it. She was quite wild in bed, she had rape fantasies, threesome fantasies and all sorts of others. But that's mostly what they were, she would not have done most of the things we talked about. My wife was always quite vocal during sex and we would tell eachother fantasies while screwing. For years it always did the trick for getting both of us off. I loved fucking her skinny fit body, she is so sexy.
She soon got a job as a research scientist at the weather office; I was working a school for my first teaching job so things were going pretty well. Our son was now old enough for daycare so we could both work. I worked five day weeks, but my wife only worked four. She was on compressed days so she worked longer hours on the four she did work. Life seemed to be going at a normal pace. Nothing could have really prepared me for what happened.