I was very young, fresh out of high school, barely 18 when my Dad sat me down for a talk.
"Well, Son, it's time you got a job, get married, and settle down!"
"YIKES!" I thought, I had just taken off my cap and gown less that a day before, it was summertime, and I had planned on doing a bit of playing.
My Dad was from the old school, once the Son was grown, it was pretty much out the door! "You can stay here for a few months, but here is your share of the rent & food!" He told me, handing me a list with a lot more than food and rent on it.
So I went down and applied at the local mill, and got hired on the spot. They were quite happy to see a bright, strapping, strong young man show up who was willing to work from 11 at night to 7 in the morning for peanuts.
I had a girl friend, Sharon. Foxy little thing, a set of jugs on her that much larger women would die for, but she was only 4' 10" or so. We had done some necking and I had managed to rub those huge boobs a couple of times through her bra, that was about it.
But I asked her to marry me, she smiled and said yes, just like things were supposed to go.
Three months later we were living in a ratty used trailor house, and I was off to work each night stuffing paper bags in bales by the thousands.
It kept food on the table and made the payments on my Desoto, I even owned a 15' boat and 4 H/P outboard so I could go out fishing in the river nearby, life was good!
Sharon and I made love, if you could call it that every night, regular as clockwork. She was my second experience, the first being a fumbling attempt with a neighbor girl that resulted in me spraying some sperm in her general direction before I got my pants down all the way. I even got my hand on her pussy for about 3 seconds one day, but when I leaned down to take a close look she jerked her panties back up.
With Sharon, I got to play and look all I liked, after all, we were married!
One day, after we had been married for just a few months, we pulled into a gas station to get some fuel. It was hot, Sharon was wearing a flimsy summer dress and for some reason I reached over and pulled her skirt up. She put up some resistance, then gave up, finally the attendant was even vaccuming out the floorboards trying to get a better peek, and she let him!
Now Sharon never wore panties at all, something I had discovered early on. I think she got that from her Mother, who I also knew never wore any from a couple of glimpses I had gotten over the months.
But the idea of some strange guy looking at my wife's bare pussy just gave me a boner that wouldn't quit! I even pulled over to the side of the road and had her do the same thing for me, open her legs to let me pretend to reach under the front seat. YES! Her pussy was open and completely on display, the guy had gotten a clear look at everything!
Sharon and I fucked like rabbits as soon as we got home, and I could tell that the idea got her hormones churning, too! She did some funny loud moaning, at first I thought I had hurt her, and I stopped.
She dug her fingers into my back and yelled, "Don't stop..DON'T!!..." and that day had her very first orgasm...
Afterwards we lay snuggling up and she told me she had never felt anything like that before, well, I hadn't either, to be honest.
A few days later I suggested we do something like that again. "Like what?" she asked, looking at me funny. I stammered out that I liked her being looked at, she got a funny look on her face and clammed up.
I tried again another time, and got the same reaction. "That is dirty!" she said, and would have none of it. I tried to explain that it had turned us both on, she just passed it off as an accident, and refused to even discuss it with me.
So I resigned myself to things the way they were, and everything went back to normal.
It was about a year later, I found a men's magazine that seemed to print stories every issue about men who showed off their wives, even some who watched while their wife had sex with someone. I loved those stories, all sorts of fantasies popped in my head, and I would sneak off to the bathroom and whack off furiously while reading them. Then I would hide the book so Sharon wouldn't find out.
But hiding something in a house with someone you live with isn't easy, and Sharon was noticing the sudden dropoff in our sexual activity, down from every day to once or twice a week. She was noticing my hour-long bathroom sessions, too.
One day I got home at 7:30 AM, tired to the bones, and she was up like always. She set my breakfast on the table, then plopped down my latest men's magazine.
"OH OH!" I thought. "What the HELL is this crap!" she demanded! I tried to stammer some kind of response, but she was on me in a flash with me being perverted looking at all the pictures of "Half-naked" ladies..
I was just tired enough and angry enough that I lashed out with some pretty hurtful words, telling her that I wasn't really looking at the pictures that much, I was reading the stories, and I pretty much told her what she could do about it if she didn't like it!
Then I stormed off to bed. We went a few days barely speaking, finally weekend arrived. I woke up to a breakfast of all of my favorites, and Sharon was dressed in that light summer dress she had worn that one day at the gas station. She had never worn it again after that.
I watched her as she crossed the room, the morning sun was shining in and I could easily tell that she had nothing on underneath. This wasn't new, she never did, until it hit me that she wasn't wearing a bra, either!
Now that WAS new, my interest perked right up. I ate, relishing each and every bite, when she said, "How about we go for a drive somewhere today?"
"Sure!" I answered, "What do you have in mind?"
