Meeting My Loving Wife

This a retrospective of life with my first wife, the romance, the lust, the love and the raw sex of the years we were together. I'm old now and my body is failing. The only sexual outlet I have is to recall and write about 50 years of mostly memories and a few fantasies. The entire story it stretches through many different phases and categories. As people and lives change and evolve so does this story. Since the literary critics would chastise me if I don't at least attempt to correctly place the chapters in their diverse subject matter categories, I therefore leave it to the readers to search out and piece the chapters together to get the full, unadulterated story of our life. This first chapter is circa 1974.

You have to know that because the 70s was a different time and a different world. We thought we were doing things that were at first unacceptable in society, and then went further, into the completely taboo. Not surprisingly, what seemed taboo in 1970s and 1980's, is in this day and age fairly tame if not commonplace. We started out in lust, then marriage then experimented with the underground term 'wife swapping'. About 2 years into it all that, we evolved into soft BDSM and then...

Although I was a pretty horny guy, I could not hold a candle to her insatiable libido. We joined Swingers clubs and met a lot of 'like-minded' people and we frequently took pleasure in exchanging partners with strangers. It was so very exciting.

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Chapter One: The Meeting of a Loving Wife

In the beginning we were horny young lovers in our very early 20s. Rhoda and I met when our mutual friends Mitch and Katie got married. I had been asked to be Mitch's best man and Rhoda had been asked to be the maid of honor. How classic, how cliché was that. I wonder just how many best men end up marrying the maids of honor from their friends' weddings?

Mitch and I were best friends from high school. At 18 we moved from the country to the big city to attend college back in the early 70s. We drank a lot of beer and had a lot of fun but managed to keep our marks up. We partied hearty as they say. Along the way, Mitch met Katie, who was a pretty little blue eyed blonde. She was so sweet and petite and apparently liked to fuck. Not much more than 5 feet tall and I'm sure not much over a hundred pounds. She was fair in complexion and had shoulder length, naturally, strawberry blonde hair. She was a looker, alright. Her pert little nose matched her pert little tits. She was probably an A-cup girl, maybe a B at most. With her hour glass figure, she was beautifully proportioned. I used to dream about seeing her naked and having sex with her. As close as I would ever get to that was hearing her moans through the paper-thin walls of the college dorm apartment that Mitch and I shared. I was the proverbial shy country boy, pretty socially inept, who never seemed to get close enough to girls to get my rocks off.

Listening to Mitch and Katie going at it, in the next room was the height of my sex life. I could hear their bodies slapping together; I'm guessing he was mounting her from behind. Katie was particularly vocal, saying things like "take me big man" or "I need your load, shoot it in me, deep!". And of course, there were the "Oh God's" and "fuck me harder, harder". I used to shoot my seed into a tissue every time she started her high-pitched moan, well, more like a squeal, announcing her orgasm. After they were finished, I'd quickly pull my pants up and hustle back from my bedroom into the tiny Livingroom before they emerged from Mitch's bedroom. They would get dressed and come out looking a bit disheveled, Katie must have known I had been hearing it all because she would flutter her big blue eyes at me and give me that well-fucked, sheepish grin as she made her way to the bathroom to tidy herself.

Katie provided me with many a fantasy over a two-year period, however, once She tried to fix me up with a friend named Sadie. We were to go on a double (and blind for me and Sadie) date. In those days the fashion statement of the era was 'layers', you know, hippy like. Additionally, it was winter so when we met outside the auditorium, I could not see just how lovely she really was. Also blonde, she was much taller than Katie. But then, everybody was taller than Katie. We went in and took our seats for the 'Ike and Tina Turner Review'. It was my first big concert, with big name performers.

After the first song, Sadie distributed some fudge squares to the four of us. She did warn us that they contained Thai weed. Now in those days the pot we smoked was really low on PCPs so it was a chore to get high. But this Thai weed packed a punch like a sledge hammer and I, for one, was not used to it. The show was great, I remember the 'Ike-etts' as they were called, dancing like crazy in the high heels. Shaking their mini skirted booty through "Proud Mary" and by "Nutbush City Limits"... I was flying so high, I don't remember any more than that, I don't remember how we got home or if I managed to fuck her. In the morning, I woke up naked and alone in my bed. I must not have made a good impression because I never saw or heard from her again.

In the summer holidays I got a job as a roughneck on the oil rigs to make enough money to go back to school for another year. Mitch's family had money so he didn't have to and stayed back and stayed in the dorm. Katie moved in with him and they were engaged to be married by the end of the summer. That fall, I moved back into the rez. I endured another year of listening to them fuck and going through boxes of tissues. They married after our second year of college. They were both 19 or 20 (amazingly, many decades later they are still married). That is when I met the bridesmaid, Rhoda.

The night before the rehearsal, we met and it was also our first date. Now Rhoda was apparently Katie's best friend from elementary school that she had sort of grown apart from but had recently reconnected. She was Katie's choice for a maid of honor. Side by side, they could not have looked more completely different. Rhoda was at least a half a foot taller, maybe more and weighed about 30 pounds more. She was curvaceous, with auburn hair. Rhoda had contrastingly, huge breasts, probably D's. Rhoda's ass was not large but sexy wide with some sexy thigh gap. She was not quite overweight but she certainly was full figured. It was lust at first sight, I didn't know it yet but I had stumbled across a true nymphomaniac. Getting back to our date, we had decided to go to the drive-in movies. Mitch and I took separate cars with our dates but we parked alongside each other.

We fell into that burning ring on fire, hot and fevered, right off the bat. I don't even remember what movie we went to see because Rhoda and I were heavily making out by the time the opening credits started. She had her tongue in my mouth. We were feeling each other up like crazy, like teenagers probably still do. She was stroking my rapidly hardening cock through my jeans while I was fumbling to open her blouse and free her big tits. Soon I had her tight white jeans down to her ankles, my fingers easily slid into her dripping wet pussy so I finger fucked her and pinched her clit. With her blouse unbuttoned, I slid her big breasts out of her bra and groped them with my other hand. Her large nipples were hard and standing at attention. I had slid to the center of the front, bench seat. She climbed on to my lap, still facing forward.

Maybe she was watching the movie but I doubt it. I think she was mostly concentrated on filling her hot hole with my full hard cock. I remember having handfuls of bare breasts in my hands while she bounced and ground as much as she could in the confinement of the front seat of the 1960's Ford Comet car she borrowed from her mother. She had one hand on the steering wheel beside her and the other hand on the passenger side arm rest. Now, a lot of babies were conceived in the back seats of cars, back in the day, but we were so turned on we never even got back there. I clutched her big hips and thrust deeply into her hot depths. I stole a sideways glance and saw Katie's blue eyes, as big as saucers, fixed on us, not blinking.

Seeing her watch us put me over the edge, I could no longer hold back. I pulled Rhoda down hard and deep and shot my huge, first load of the evening, into her waiting all too hot vagina. After a few minutes of post fuck, blissfulness, Rhoda slid off me, oozing a combination of my cum and her copious nectar. I looked back at Katie and this time I gave her the 'well fucked' smile. We pulled our clothes back up, started the car and headed straight back to the apartment for more. Mitch and Katie stayed at the drive-in, to watch the movie or more likely make out and fuck, maybe even in the back seat. Rhoda and I headed back to the apartment for some more heavy-duty sex.

When we got there, we took the elevator up to the 20th floor. I noticed the wet spot in the crotch of her tight, white jeans in the well-lit elevator. We both smirked while we ran our fingers over it like we were gloating over the evidence of our steamy sex. By the time the door opened, we were in a tight embrace. We knew what was going to happen the moment we got through the apartment door. Just like you see in the movies; we left a trail of cloths on the way to the bedroom. Fully naked, she jumped on the bed and spread her legs wide. I positioned myself over her little dark muff and licked her still puffy cunt lips, wet from fresh lovin'. Rhoda was writhing and thrusting her hips in my face, wanting me to delve into her depths with my tongue. It was my first taste of true love juice, her lube and my cum. She tasted sweet and I guess I was the salt in that 'sweet and salty' treat. I licked over her hard little clit one more time then went as deep into her vagina as I could.

I could hear her passionate moans. She ran her fingers through my hair and pushed me into her twat. I moved up kissing and fondling her large breasts on the way. When I got up to her face, she licked up all the nectar around my mouth then jammed her tongue in my mouth. At the same time, I felt her fingers around my cock. She stroked it about twice and guided it into her oven. She was so hot. I humped her hard and I felt her fingers dig into my butt cheeks as she grabbed my ass to help me crash into her craving pussy. Then she rolled us over, still in the missionary position but now she was on top, in control.

This time I sank my fingers deeply into her ass flesh and pulled her craving love canal down, on to my ridged cock. Her big tits were rolling around on my chest, hard nipples digging in as she grinned at me and kissed me. Suddenly she sat bolt upright into true cowgirl position; she had mounted me and was bouncing merrily, and so were her luscious tits. As she gained momentum, she was quite audible and clearly close to cumming. I grabbed her hips, held tight and gave her one last thrust as I unloaded another shot of jisim into her now cumming cunt. Rhoda vibrated and shook and dug her nails into my chest, then collapsed on top of me oozing and leaking more love juice as she panted to catch her breath.

When Mitch and Katie walked in a little while later. This time when Rhoda and I walked into the living room, both looking a bit disheveled, I got my chance to grin and blink my eyes at Katie who blushed a deep pink.

That winter, I lived in the residence while I finished my last year of college. Mitch and Katie moved into a little rented house a few blocks away. Rhoda had decided to move out of her parents' house where she had been living and for the first time, on her own. It was a basement suite about a 20-minute drive away from my apartment. She didn't want to move in with me, insisting she wanted to try living on her own for a while, just to try that as she had always lived with her parents.

In those days, cellphones were only a 'Dick Tracy' thing that didn't exist in real life, so I'd call Rhoda on the landline to make sure she was home from work, then drive over for supper and sex, not necessarily in that order. She worked downtown, she didn't have a car so she rode the bus that ran by her basement suite. A couple of times she remarked about somebody she rode the bus with every day. Rhoda described him as friendly guy from Nigeria. I'm guessing that meant he was black. Once or twice, she hinted at having him over for dinner so I could meet him. I was never that interested because I wanted her all to myself, to spend our evenings having sex. I'd nail her practically as soon as I saw her. In retrospect, I do believe she had more than simply having dinner with him on her mind. However, I didn't pick up on it or show much enthusiasm, so, she dropped it.

In those days Penthouse magazine also published a smaller magazine called Variations. Typically, the magazine was a much kinkier version of Penthouse, mostly stories of wife swapping, fetish and light B&D. At first, we read the stories to each other and then had hot, aggressive sex. Gradually, without us really noticing I got more demanding and she became more submissive. She seemed to like humiliation like being called slut or bitch or things like that. Something was happening to our relationship.

We also read Penthouse magazine and read the 'letters' to each other. We'd look at the pictures of the beautiful models and I truly believe Rhoda enjoyed them as much as I did. Some of the letters that people wrote in that involved partner swapping and big black cocks etc. that got us real hot and became a favorite fantasies of ours.

Quite often when I went to see her, I'd get in her front door, push her over the nearest sofa arm, pull up her skirt, and practically rip off her panties. I'd enter her tight little honey pot from behind, with no foreplay then ram my staff as deep as I could. Most times she'd be tight and give a little yelp on that first stroke. She loved that as much as I did. But, on the odd occasion, sometimes she was already loosened up and ready to ride. I found that a bit curious but never gave it much thought other than she must be especially horny that day. She was usually so tight on that first deep thrust and she seemed to take great delight in that feeling of being 'taken' as she called it. Years later I deduced and she admitted that she had been fucking the Nigerian on the sly. Since we were thinking of swapping anyways, I wasn't too upset about her extracurricular activities, but I was certainly a bit jealous.

After a good fucking, she would put on a short robe, fix dinner and set the table and I'd catch glimpses of our cum trickling down the inside of her creamy white leg. She would catch me staring at this and loved the attention or maybe it gave her the desired humiliation that I came to realize she desired, and even craved.

In those days, terms like polyamorous, fuck buddies or non-monogamous relationships were lumped into one term called swinging and wife swapping. After reading the latest edition of that dirty little 'Variations' fetish magazine one day, we seriously discussed the idea of an 'open' relationship and serious swinging. Note that part of that train had already left the station as she had her occasional BBC on the side. A lot of men would have called her a two-timing slut and left her but I knew she only wanted the sex and that she was truly in love with me. We were going to swing eventually so what's the big deal if she got a head start.

Then after college was done, we tied the knot and went off on our honeymoon, driving the scenic US 101 highway down the West coast. Camping and sightseeing at a leisurely pace. We'd drive a few miles, stopping at quaint bars along the way. We would look for campgrounds along the coast and make love every evening and every morning. We'd be driving down the road and start talking about swinging again. She used to ask "wouldn't you like to try out a few different women, wouldn't you like to suck some different nipples and fuck a mysterious cunt from time to time?"

Then she would talk about wanting different pricks and how hot the thought of that made her. Then we pull over next to some bush, she would strip and brace herself against a tree and I would nail her from behind. The rougher I got, sometimes ripping her clothes off, the harder I pounded, the more she loved it. She got in the habit of never wiping my seed off her cunt, even when we knew we would be stopping and shopping or bar hopping. I began to realize that she was a Slut and we both loved it. The honeymoon lasted about 10 days, then we moved into a tiny apartment and I started a new job. Rhoda had enrolled back in university to finish a degree that she had put on hold about the time we met.

We used to fuck daily, sometimes twice a day. She never refused and indeed often initiated. She felt so good on my cock. Her slit was always warm and ready and lubed up almost instantaneously. I loved to lick her clit, it made her shiver and quake. I kind of always sensed she wanted more. I could fuck her as often as I could. She was insatiable, a slut and a nympho. We had lots of fun but we had to proceed to the next step.

To be continued in the 'Swinging' story category.