In 1983 the world was going really good for me. I had gotten out of the Army, got a great job, re connected with my high school sweetheart who was home from college and now teaching at the elementary school where she went and was about to get married to her. We bought a house and got married and things were great. The sex was energetic and frequent although we weren't pushing for any kids just yet.
We explored and fulfilled each other's sexual needs that first year. Cathy had come to me one night after drinking too much tequila and tearfully recalled her 3 sex partners in college. She went on the tell me of giving blow jobs and getting ate out by one of them, and the almost always missionary sex except with one guy who did like her to get on top every once in a while. She did this crying apologetically like I would condemn her for it. I think she was trying to get me to tell her about my sexual history while I was away but I shied away from that. If I went into the list of women I had sex with and what we did it would have shocked her at best and probably would have had her all American blue eyed, blonde haired, big tittied, round ass self runaway to find a less perverted future husband. I knew she was waiting for me to respond somehow so I mentioned that I understood about getting lonely and that I kind of messed around with a few girls while I was away and I hoped she would forgive me. I could tell by the way she paused that she wanted a laundry list of how many and what we did but I really didn't think that telling her about having threesomes or multiple sex partners in a single night doing 69, doggies style, Eiffel tower, double cowgirl, or even one on one stuff like doggy style would go over to well with her limited experience. When we actually did it in high school it was kissy kissy missionary sex. Once she realized I wasn't going to get into what I did and seemed forgiving for what she had done she relaxed. Hell she didn't have any STD's so why get uptight over a few fucks when we weren't attached t each other. It did give me an idea or a sexual barometer on how to work with her about more adventurous sex. But Cath was from a very proper family and her mother old her sex was to be done in the dark by married people in the missionary position only. That's what good girls did once they were married.
On our honeymoon I reintroduced her to getting her pussy eaten. One night while we were walking on the beach I asked her "Cathy, you remember when you told me about one of your boyfriends, you know licking you, down there, did you like it? "
I felt her stiffen against me and turned her head into my chest and almost whispered, "Yes."
Leaning down and kissing the top of her head in a gesture of absolution I whispered in her ear, "Would you like me to do that for you?"
Her breath caught in her throat and she waited a little longer and with a shudder she breathed out "Yes."
I touched her face still buried in my chest with my hand and taking her chin between my forefinger and thumb I directed her face up into the moonlight and kissed her softly letting her know I didn't think badly of her.
Not that night, but the next afternoon when I walked into the hotel room after Cath had just finished her shower and was toweling off her hair in front of the bed I knew it was time. The she was with her back to me with her round ass sticking out as she bent over. Her ass was even more accentuated by the tan lines of her modest bikini bottoms. What I wanted to do was to reach down and bury my face between her ass cheeks and lick her from clit to asshole but that might shock my little white bread wife a little too much. So instead I took her into my arms and pulled the towel away kissing her as she struggled to get from from me and protested about the daylight. I shushed her with a kiss and reminded her we were on our Honey moon.
I proceeded to lay her face up on he bed and she feebly tried to complain her hair would get tangled. I shushed her with more kisses telling her I would brush it for her. On her back her white C cup breast accented by tan lines still stood up large and proud while her dusky pink nipples tightened and her tennis ball size areola puffed up as I kissed her lips and neck. I worked exclusively on alternating deep soulful kisses with her mouth and then trailing wet tongue sweeps and lip caresses down her jaw and neck. While I was kissing her I would caress her body with my hands but I stayed away from her nipples and her pussy. After I felt her breath get faster and more shallow I allowed my kisses to drop down across the upper slopes of her breasts and shoulders feeling for the locations that would cause the catch of the breath, a little wiggle, or a moan.
Now down her arms, the front of her armpit where her arm and shoulder joined was very sensitive. Soon I was kissing across the top slopes of her breasts and she was breathing in a more excited way. My hands had continued caressing her in from her knees to the bottom of her ribs. This would draw little gasps or a hitch in the beginning roll of her hips when she thought I was going to touch her clit. No she had already came enough times on my fingers I was looking for another route today.
