We'd been married for a few years now. I met Jason when I was a senior in college, he worked at the financial firm that I interned in for the summer. He was a few years older than me, a junior manager at the firm, and one night at an office happy hour I started talking with him and we ended up walking through the city and making out in a subway station. He took me home that night.
Jason is handsome, then in his late 20's, nice brown hair (if a little shaggy), a slim athletic frame, and, what I learned that first night, he was good in bed. I'm a somewhat tall brunette, at 5'8, athletic and fit (I go to either soul cycle and barre classes almost every day), with nice firm tits and a nice round ass.
When we got to his apartment that night he offered me a drink (I'd already had several at the happy hour as I plotted how to talk to him) and he sat on the couch. I walked over from the kitchen where I sipped on my bourbon and straddled him. I could feel him harden through his dress pants as we kissed. Behind him was a window out onto the city lights.
I removed his shirt and ran my fingernails down his chest. Then, I took off my shirt and got on my knees in front of him. I pulled down his pants and revealed a nice, thick cock - a good 6 inches long and thick. My hand could barely fit around it. I licked up and down and took it in my mouth.
I had only been with a handful of guys before Jason, and they had been mostly awkward high school or college encounters that were less than satisfying. A lot of groping, grunting, quick finishes, and for me, not a lot of satisfaction. I rarely orgasmed from these late night drunk encounters. It left me wondering what this was supposed to feel like. It was never as good as being by myself in my bed with my fingers or a vibrator.
That night, though... Jason lasted quite a while and made me orgasm like I had never before. It was amazing. He fucked me from behind, I rode him, and then when he was about to finish I got back on my knees and took him in my mouth. He tasted amazing. I licked him clean. Afterward I fell asleep on him and when I woke up early the next morning it had felt like a dream. I quietly tried to get up and sneak out, but he heard me and walked me downstairs to meet my lyft.
When I got to work on Monday morning there was a note on my desk that he left. He came by later that day and asked me out on a proper date, and the rest, as they say, is history. We started dating, after I graduated we got serious, and a month after my 24th birthday we got married in a little ceremony at City Hall.
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Today, we've been married for about 3 years. People try to tell you that marriage is hard. I always believed that but I think that has been an understatement for us.
When i graduated i got a job as an assistant at a non-profit organization in mid-town (we live in New York). But, a few months after our wedding Jason got laid off from the financial firm where he had been a junior partner. It took him quite a while to find a new job, and by the time he found one he had to start over at a pretty junior level. It was really depressing for him and it took a toll on our marriage. I supported us for the 5 or so months that he was unemployed and we got deep into debt because of the high cost of living in the city and that we both had student loans. His new job didn't pay great, and neither did mine, so it was a steep hill that we had to dig ourself out of. His ego took a pretty big hit because of this this.
We still have sex about once a week, which isn't awful, but I have always had a pretty high sex drive and I need to orgasm at least once a day, if not more, or i get into a bad mood ;-). We started playing with toys pretty early on in our relationship, and so we'd built a pretty good collection of vibrating dildos, dongs, and other stimulators that Jason used on me. We'd also gotten a little into BDSM, with some restraints, collars, and leashes, but not too much.
I used some of the toys we had to get myself off. In the morning when I got into the shower I'd bring one of them in with me, usually a vibrating dildo or something and work myself while the hot water poured over me. I'd start by letting the water warm me up and put down my dark brown hair as I massaged my breasts and pinched my nipples. Then my hands would go down and I'd start rubbing my clit. After a few minutes of getting warmed up I set up my shower friend. By this point I'd graduated from some of the first toys we'd gotten, to larger, more pleasurable ones. My favorite was one I called "sir". Sir was a 10 inch, thick dong with veins and balls and a suction cup. It was magnificent. I attached it to the wall of the shower and got on my knees. I slowly backed up into it and let its girth enter my dripping wet pussy. I tried to see how much of it I could take, usually not more than half but when i really got going i swear i could take almost all of the juicy thickness. I would ride it for 10 or 15 minutes in the shower until I shook from the pleasure and could barely stand up.
This is how I got through the last year or two of our marriage. I tried to initiate with Jason whenever I could, but he was always so tired and stressed out all the time. When we would get home from work I would bring him a beer or a bourbon on the couch and once he had one or two I would start rubbing his bulge. I would unzip his pants and pull his cock out and start sucking on it. At first it would spark his passion and he'd take his hard cock and fuck me right on the couch. But as his new, more difficult and stressful job continued he cock would get less hard. Sometimes he wouldn't get hard at all. And sometimes he'd get hard, and he'd cum after a few minutes of me sucking him off, then pass out on the couch with a few too many drinks.
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My job wasn't nearly as bad as Jason's. I was working as a coordinator for a non-profit org doing event planning. We put on conferences and meetings around the world where people would talk about health and education topics. When I started for the first year I did mostly office work, filling out forms and booking meetings and flights and stuff, but we got a new boss after the first year. Mark started as the director and really shook things up. He promoted me and I got to start to go to some of the meetings, first the ones in New York, then eventually I got to work more on substance and travel. Sometimes there would be a group of us to set up larger conferences, but sometimes it would just be a small group or just me and Mark.
On the last trip a few weeks ago to San Francisco it was just me and Mark, and we grabbed dinner the night the meeting was over. It had been a long few days, putting together the meeting, making sure every box was checked and networking with all the attendees, so Mark booked us a nice table in a San Francisco restaurant. We started with a few cocktail and then Mark ordered a nice bottle of wine that we shared. He asked me more about myself. I realized that I knew so much about him but that he probably knew very little about me.
Mark had been an executive at a large health care company for a decade. When he got to our non-prof he came to make real change in the world, and this gave him a platform to do it from. Mark was energetic and inspirational. It also didn't hurt that he was very handsome. He was tall, at 6'2 with a shaved head and broad shoulders.
I told Mark about my childhood in rural California, growing up on a a small family farm, waking early to pick crops before going to school. My parents made just enough to feed and clothe us, and then barely make the mortgage. I worked really hard in school and got into an Ivy League college in New England on full scholarship. The internship and now this job were a long way from my childhood semi-poverty.
Mark told me about he grew up the only child of a single dad in a Boston suburb, who was a fisherman. He would go out on fishing boats for days at a time, so Mark had to learn to take care of himself. It gave him a survival instinct and drive that couldn't be made up.
I'd never known this about Mark. It gave me a new appreciation of his leadership and why he cared so much about his work and his team.
And it really turned me on.
That night after dinner, I was a little tipsy, but still coherent, we took the elevator up to our hotel rooms together. I was on 7 and he was on 10. I paused for a half of a second when the door opened for me but just said goodnight and walked out. I waited to see if he would follow... but he didn't.
