I almost don't know where to begin, so I guess I will just start with Sharon and what she is like.
Sharon is small, nearly all of the women in my life have been. No idea why, I just lean that way, maybe part of my tendency towards dominance. I do know that I run the show most of the time, my woman needs to do what I say within reason. I am not harsh, I am just firm, I make the decisions that matter in my life.
Sharon was a virgin when we met, stayed that way through several dates, resisting all of my advances past a certain point. That's not to say I didn't try every single trick there is that a less than experienced young male can come up with.
She figured out quickly that letting me cop a few feels and then reaching into my pants and relieving the tension worked great to reduce the pressures I placed trying for access to her sacred loins.
Then we were engaged, one day we were at our new home we bought beforehand to prepare for life together. She allowed me way more liberty than ever before, and I more or less fumbled the situation. We both ended up bloody and confused, it was a struggle for her, painful when her hymen broke.
Seems her 93 pounds was a bit too small for my 190, but time heals all wounds they say, we got past that.
Sharon got shortchanged in height, she claimed 4' 10" but I knew she was barely 4'9". Think of a waist my fingers and thumbs easily circled and touched, her hips weren't much larger. What she lacked there was made up for up top, though. I swear about a quarter of her body weight was breasts.
Damn fine ones, too. Not a hint of sag or droop, they looked better than any surgeon can create.
I read all the stories stating sizes, big double "D's" and all of that. Hell, I never even thought to measure them, I just played with them, fun stuff. I have heard folks say that more than a mouthful is a waste, but I didn't waste any of it.
Most women have one side slightly larger, or some tiny flaw. Sharon didn't have any at all, anywhere on her body. Add in a black hair covered pussy that stuck right out of her ALL the time, and got half again bigger when she got all fussed up, and you see the picture.
Yea, dark hair, dark eyes, my little china doll. I used to call her that,teasing, it always pissed her off. Sensitive about her size, I guess.
Sex between us was a bit like trying to stick a Zuchinni into a garden hose, damn it was always a struggle to even get inside. It hurt her, too, I knew that so we tried vaseline and all sorts of lubes and I tried to be slow and gentle. Sex between us always took a long time. She would makes moans and sounds but nothing amazing, hell, I thought she loved it.
Then one day I was screwing around, started talking to her. Just silly stuff about her laying there on the beach naked with the surf pounding between her legs. It progressed to me saying she was naked and and helpless, a group of guys were watching. Her legs were spread, they could see her and they were all getting hard.
That seemed to set something off, all of a sudden she flooded like I had never seen before, opened up inside and it was easy for me. She screamed and screeched, ripped the shit out of my back, she went on and on for what seemed like half a goddamned hour! She was kicking her legs in the air and yelling, crazy as hell.
I was having one hell of a time reaching my own climax, too. It ain't easy when you have fingernails dug into your back. Dang, I bled for three days after that. Hurt like hell.
I filed her fucking nails down myself that week, told her if she did it again, I would make her wear gloves.
I tried some of that again with the same result, but she acted a little mellower since I think she was expecting it. I tried new scenarios, all of them seemed to work, the new ones without fail got her doing that crazy jumping around and digging at me again, mercifully with trimmed nails.
Damn, all of a sudden sex with Sharon was a kick in the ass, and I have to say my own climaxes got stronger too. We were having fun, learning about each other.
Lots of fantasies, I guess everybody does that. Not everybody shares them. Personally, I think they should. Fun as all get out.
One day were in my old truck, I had to stop for gas. Good old days, they washed windows and everything. I got a crazy idea, reached over and hiked her skirt. I knew damn good and well she wore no panties, she didn't own any. Something about her mom thought they caused "diseases", her mom didn't own any either which I had noticed a couple of times.
The attendent was an old guy, maybe 50. Well, hell, old to us, were were 21 and 20 at the time. Sharon reached out and jerked her skirt back down, I reached over and jerked it even higher. Knowing me, she gave up, pursed her lips and just sat there, her skirt almost all the way to her crotch.
The attendent started washing the window, my side first, then hers. I hit him halfway through that he could see "almost" all the way up Sharon's skirt. Most probably he spotted the chance for a peek right off, I have never been sure of that. But he was interested, and made it obvious. I sat there with a big grin, I was mostly just teasing Sharon at first. Then realized I was getting a boner at the idea, too.
Well, the old guy knew he might get to see some pussy, next thing I knew my driver's side door was yanked open, he was vaccuming the carpets on my side. Did a sloppy job, too.
Then he went around to Sharon's side, and reached in, finding the usual rocks and dead grass. I could see he kept twisting his head to glance at Sharon's bare legs. Then he reached right down under the seat, leaning at the same time.
Sharon had her legs together, she twisted first towards me then away as the guy poked under the seat. She looked at me, I saw the flush in her face.
"Spread your legs and let the man do his job, honey!" I said.
That got me an almost painful look, but she opened her legs a a little.
"Hey, we ain't got all day Babe!" I told her.
She looked at me again, then spread her right leg over and out the open passenger door! She gave me a look of almost defiance, like "This is what you want, this is what you get!" The poor guy just came to a stop, he was face to face with Sharon's spread pussy, less than a couple feet away, with no idea at all what to say or do.
From my vantage point I knew all I had to do was lean forwards and I could see her pubic hair, no way could the poor guy be missing anything unless he was blind as a fucking bat! He took a long time poking around with that hose. But finally, he could stall no longer, we paid for the fuel and left. He still did a shitty job with the vacuum though. I swear, Sharon climaxed right on the spot. Her juices soaked through her skirt too, fucked up my truck's seat.
Once home, Sharon and I didn't make it to the bedroom, we jumped each other right there on the living room floor and she was hot as a pistol. I didn't even need to talk to her, create fantasies, she was already lost in them.
Fucked my back up again, too.
We progressed after that to Sharon baring her beaver in a couple of restaurants. There was one incident where we got out of the truck and went right inside the office with two guys at a gas station. Sharon bared it all, even going so far as to unbutton her top and show her breasts. But that was a little blatant, I liked the "accidents" a lot more.
We even went to a few swinger's club meetings, but the guys hit on her and were pushy even though the ads for the parties said this wasn't allowed. She did dance with me at their parties with a see though top on, then later some guy came over and blatantly copped a feel, that wasn't allowed either. Supposed to ask permission. I growled at him, he made some smart comment, I ended up popping him one.
There was quite a scuffle, I ended up with a bloody nose and a lump on my head, he ended up with a broken tooth and half his ear bit off and some fine looking scratches down his face that Sharon had left on him when he had me down on my back. We never were sure which one of us got the ear.
We dropped out of that club. Well, they say we were asked, we say we dropped out.
I was reading a men's magazine one day a year or so later, there was a story about some guy who watched his wife get screwed. The idea got me hot, but at the same time it was MY wife, I didn't want anybody else in there but me. Looking was one thing, thinking about it was something else, actually fucking her was another entirely.
Damned idea would not leave my head, I must have read that story 30 times. I even tried to control it, that wasn't working.
Now I suppose some would say I am a wimp, fact is, I am not. The idea of doing swaps with other couples doesn't do anything for me, either. Even the idea of MY wife, MY personal lady getting touched by some other guy just wasn't in the cards for me, I thought.
But she got turned on beyond belief from me suggesting erotic situations, especially flashing. I would try to say it didn't affect me, but the fact is it did. Sharon and I had sessions of sex that I can't describe, those damned fantasies were in there and now would not go away.
I began to wonder how she would react with someone else. Now that I got the idea into my head, I knew damn good and well I was screwing things up but my mind would not allow me to stop.
During lovemaking, I began to describe to Sharon scenes of other men. I even went so far as to change what I did, I even changed my strokes while inside her. I read somewhere of techniques used by Oriental men, I tried those. The changes had the same results with Sharon, she without fail would go nuts.
Our life together was getting more prosperous as my business grew, by the time I was in my 30's we had a new large home and a pool, and grounds that required a caretaker. We had tried for children and it didn't happen, testing showed that Sharon never would. One of those things.
Our life was good, but still, in the background was that need. Call it something else if you will, but it was a need to me. I had a wife that loved me and I had long since ran out of scenarios that would turn her on in the wild way they did at first. The days of huge orgasms had faded to a jaded life of fine sex but normal sex, no real heat to it.
There was one trip we made to Casino, the place had two floors. Sharon had on one of her criss-cross type tops that let her titties peek out the side at anybody who had the right angle. She was very good at getting into the right angle, and she was having fun, knowing it got me all fussed up.
