Do you remember what your childhood when you imagined what the perfect life would be and who you would marry?
Well, mine was the fantasy perfect wife. She would be loving, beautiful, caring, a nymphomaniac, great cook, a wonderful mother, a playboy pinup, and a porn star that would fulfill every one of wants and desires.
My fantasy met reality when I met Amanda. Amanda is THE perfect woman, but most of all, mine. She is the object of every fantasy and desire you could ever have or want. If I can think it up, she will gladly perform it, the epitome of the perfect wife.
Does she have her flaws? Yes, I am sure she does, but I can't see them. What do mean, you ask? Here is an example. Our sun has sun spots correct? Next time it is a nice bright day, try going out and looking directly into the sun to see the sunspots. You know they are there, but you can't see them cause of the brightness of the sun's rays. Just like my Amanda, I know she has some flaws, but her perfection is so overwhelming that it overshadows any imperfections that might be there.
To start off on how we met, we were introduced through a mutual friend and had known each other for quite some time before anything started between us. Late one night when neither of us could sleep, we started talking on the computer and, one thing led to another, and the topic turned more to a sexual flirtatious nature.
Nothing overly sexual at first, but as time progressed, so did the talk of sex. I saw her in a whole new light.
My first sexual encounter with Amanda will be forever etched in my mind. It is often the topic of thought when she isn't around and I masturbate thinking of her. I had been sick and running a fever and she offered to come over and check up on me. I was in bed and she was so loving and nurturing to me while I was delirious with fever.
I have always had this desire for a mothering type woman in my life, and here she was taking care of me. I was so turned on by her being there, and in my mind she seduced me. If you were to ask her, her recollections would be a little more on the mutual side, but in my mind, I like to think that se seduced me.
It started with a peck on the forehead, then a hug, then a couple of kisses on the cheek, and before we knew it, we were locked in a passionate kiss that had both of us moaning with desire. She took my pants off, and proceeded to slowly tease and toy with me by caressing my inner thighs and stomach. She took my cock in her hand and stroked it while kissing me with lustful abandon and our tongues dancing together like two snakes in a mating dance. My hand had worked its way up her stomach and trying my best to feel her tits that were hidden in her bra. Once I had undid her bra, she took her shirt and bra off while smiling at me and leaned over to put her tits in my face so I could lick and suck on her tits. It almost broke my heart that she took them away from me only to watch her kneel down in between my legs and look me in my eyes with wanton desire and took her mouth and tongue and proceeded to lick and suck me in a way that no woman had ever done.
I found out that day what a perfect blow job was. She moaned and sucked on my cock like she actually enjoyed and wanted to get me off. I couldn't hold out much longer cause of her expert mouth and the moans and whimpering that was coming from her like she wanted and needed nothing more than me cumming down her throat. As I bucked my hips to meet her mouth, I shot my cum down her as she kept moaning like she was getting off just sucking me dry. As my hard on was subsiding, she licked the base of my cock and my balls from any cum that might have accidentally escaped her mouth.
She sighed like she had just gone without water for 2 days and got her first refreshing drink. Later on, she told me that she loves nothing more than sucking my cock. It is horrible to have to endure one or two blowjobs on a daily basis, but what is a guy to do?
