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Part One:
I made it through airport security... with an hour to spare, sat in the airport pub on a bar stool, beer in hand, waiting for my gate number to come up on the screen.
My last meeting before leaving for our holiday had finished much earlier than anticipated. I took a chance going to the airport, and hoped I could get on the mid-morning flight. As luck would have it, I managed to get one of the last seats - it was business class. I was tired, but figured my air-miles would cover the difference. I could do with a relaxing flight and getting some rest.
I was about to call my wife Joanne to let her know about my earlier arrival, but with a quick change of heart, I ended the call before it connected. I put my phone back in my pocket. I'd surprise her instead.
Every summer, she and I headed out to our holiday home in Cyprus. We always book four weeks away to recover from our stressful jobs in London. I was in the process of selling my business, and had important ongoing negotiations that were taking longer than envisaged. Whilst Jo was clearly annoyed at this intrusion into our holiday plans, she understood. She wanted to stay in London with me until I had finished, but the cost to change two tickets last minute was spiteful. Reluctantly, she had flown out a week earlier than me, as initially planned.
Jo has just turned 40. I'm 42. When we first met 15 years ago, I was blown away. A natural Mediterranean beauty, with brown hair and green eyes. She didn't usually wear makeup. She didn't need to. Gravity hadn't affected my pretty wife's body.
At a touch under 5ft tall, she has a petite frame, with tiny, B-cup, pert tits and a peachy, toned bum.
As she's got older her bum has gotten even more peachy, and in my opinion it, like fine wine, has improved with time. She certainly doesn't look her age, and sometimes still gets asked for ID when we go out. I do wonder if the door-men are checking out her ID to see if she's a Miss or a Mrs.
Our size difference is considerable, with me being 6ft 3". I still can't get enough of her doll-like proportions when she works her tiny body up and down on my pole. I love the feeling of being the alpha male. Pure testosterone flows through my veins when I pick her up with one arm and bounce her on my cock.
The first time we met was at a mutual friend's beer & BBQ party. It was a warm Sunday evening and I'd been drinking since lunchtime. I had been in the mood to fuck from the moment I'd woken up. She walked into the garden in a crop top and tight yoga pants. As she hugged our friend on tiptoes, I couldn't help but marvel at this girl's perfect ass.
She flicked her hair as she turned to face me, and everything went into slow motion. Perfection.
She continued talking with our host, and I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I pretended to not look at her obvious, but delicate cameltoe. My cock started to twitch. I couldn't stop looking at her slight thigh gap and imagine sliding those skin-tight clothes down her legs.l and burying my face in her snatch.
I continued drinking with the boys, pretending to be interested in the conversation. I was getting the Dutch courage to approach her later. I kept stealing glances, taking in her hard body. She caught me looking at her, and flashed me a cute, but shy smile, before going back to her conversation.
The only thing going through my brain was thinking how much I wanted to make love to this girl.
Despite her continuing to look over in my direction, she was avoiding eye contact at all costs. The rest of the girls kept looking over at me grinning before turning back to each other, whispering and giggling.
By the time she stood up and walked over in my direction, I was feeling uncomfortably horny. I'd continued drinking to calm my nerves, and my thoughts had moved from making love to this beautiful Greek goddess, into a burning desire to turn her delicate little slit into my gaping wet cock-sleeve to fuck whenever I wanted. Of course, she'd have to put the work in. She'd have to train her pussy to take my cock easily, and that would involve hours of hard work on my part too, to permanently stretch her little pussy wide open enough. And this was all before I'd even spoken to her.
Within five minutes of talking, I knew if she was as good in bed as she was in banter, I wanted her forever.
That night we kissed... a lot. I'd groped her tits, and by the time people started leaving, we'd been on a garden sofa for at least an hour, rubbing each other's crotches in full view of everybody.
We went on a date the following weekend, and ended up back at my apartment. I peeled off her summer dress to find she hadn't been wearing underwear. She was even more sexy than I could have envisaged when I had been mentally undressing her. Her little perfect slit I'd imagined was as perfect and tight as I could have dreamed.
The first time Jo saw my erect penis, she looked scared. She said she wanted me to fuck her so badly, but was worried if my 6.5" dick would even fit inside her tight pussy. Although my cock isn't huge, it is quite girthy. After a lot of licking and sucking on her pussy, a ton of fingering her tight hole, and with some perseverance on both our parts, we managed to get it all the way in, balls deep. It took all my willpower to fight away the urges to cum. I'd even jerked off a couple of hours before going on our date, hoping it would give me staying power, if I got the chance to bury my cock inside her. I fought off the urges and managed to give her two orgasms in quick succession.
When we fucked, her tiny frame made my cock look huge. She made me feel like I was a pornstar with a 12" cock. I couldn't get over the sight of her tight pussy lips being wedged apart by my thick cock. She was so stretched, that her inner lips were gripping onto my cock visibly pulling outwards on the backstrokes, as she slid her cute little pussy up and down my shaft.
After only eight months, I had proposed and we were married the following year. I knew I didn't want to fuck any other woman.
She said my dick was the best she'd ever had, and nobody had willingly eaten her out as much as I did. I loved doing it and could eat her out for hours. I loved it almost as much as I loved pummelling my cock inside her. She was in awe of how I always ensured that she came during foreplay. She recalled her ex-boyfriends had all been selfish lovers. They were only out for their own pleasure. Missionary position "pump and dump" before either leaving or falling asleep.
I'd taken her anal cherry. We'd watch vanilla porn together, and had pretty much worked our way through the Karma-Sutra of sex positions.
Our sex life, as like most couples, started to wane after a few years. Whilst she loved my cock, she seemed quite "straight" in her sexual preferences. It must have been from her religious upbringing.
I'd held back many kinky fantasies, and withheld my past sexual experiences, for fear of scaring her off - her thinking I was gay/a sex addict.
As things became less frequent in the bedroom, we argued more, and our relationship started heading south quickly. I watched a lot more porn, and my more extreme fantasies increased. I internally questioned whether she had cheating on me, or wanted to, and I didn't want to lose her. It was then that the thought of her being with another man started to turn me on.
