This is a true story about my first wife. I married her because she was extremely hot. Tell me if you like this?
THE BEGINNING
Patricia is sat on the floor opposite me. She is wearing a tight miniskirt. She parts her legs. I look. Her white panties are stretched tight against her sex.
Patricia smiles knowingly. Later, whilst in my bed, I masturbate.
We all go into town. The night is dark and cold. The pub calls time. We amble home. Patricia's hands are cold. Her left hand enters Arthur's trouser pocket. Her right hand is in mine. I have a hole in my pocket. The hand continues and it is suddenly stroking my cock. My penis swells.
"I am feeling warmer already." Says Patricia. She grips my hard cock as we continue our journey home.
I am in the toilet. I am so hard. I need relief. I am near my climax.
There is a knock on the door.
"Are you going to be long?" says Patricia. "Are you playing with your rubber duck? Do you want my help?"
I climax. My sperm shoots across the floor. She really turns me on.
I am away from College. It is Friday night. Should I go for a drink with my mates. No! I go home. Patricia is seated on the sofa.
"What are you doing here? How did you get in?"
"I told your mother I was your girlfriend," she replies. "I have finished with Arthur and needed to get away."
She changed clothes. We went out for a drink. We meet Bob. Patricia is wearing a black simulated leather mini-dress with a full zip up front. I am sure the zip is gradually coming undone.
We are back at my place. We are kissing. I see her bra-covered breasts. My fingers grip the zip. Her dress is undone to the waist. I kiss her bra-covered breasts. She moans.
Patricia fiddles with her bra. It hangs forward. Her breast's fall out. My mouth kisses her breasts. A nipple is erect between my lips. I suck.
My hand roams her body. Down under her panties. She is wet. Oh! What should I do? I pull off her panties. I lick her vaginal lips. I find her hard button.
"Oh! Oooohhhh! OOooohhhh!" She cries.
Should I stop?
Her hand is pushing my head in harder. She gasps. Her breath rasps more rapidly.... She is gasping heavily for breath...Her body quivers.... She is bucking against my mouth.... She screams and her body tenses. What have I done?
Patricia kisses me. Her hands find my cock. She brings it out. She is a person possessed. Oh! Hell, I am coming. My sperm shoots out.... white liquid splatters the wall. It is heaven!
TOGETHER
I am working away. I come home each weeKeithd. We stay in bed. We do not wish to stop holding. Stop loving each other. Patricia is always very wet. She enjoys fantasizing. She fantasizes about erect cocks. She has this yearning for a large black cock. Just talk about it and she climaxes. I did not know.
Years later she tells me.
On night she attended this concert. She sat next to a Jamaican. He invited her for coffee. She went. He was a gentleman.
She got really wet. Later in her bed she masturbated. The thought of a large black cock would not dispel. He has invited her for tea next week. What should she do? She wants to have his cock.
Next week arrives. She has a bath. Her body is fresh and soft. The black front-zipped mini-dress is put on. She wears no bra or panties. Just high-heeled shoes. Her overcoat is to keep out the cold.
She is at his door. She already feels the wet between her thighs. He takes her coat. She sits down. He sits opposite. She is sitting sideways. He sees her expanse of thigh. He sees a full breast...nipples erect. She sees his bulge stirring with interest. They talk.
He hands her a cup of coffee. She turns to face him. Her legs uncross. Her thighs widen.... Her dress moves up. Her vaginal lips are parted and wet.
Her mouth smiles knowingly.
His bulge gets larger. The outline of his cock creeps down his thigh.
Patricia puts down the coffee cup. She rises. She pulls down her zip. The dress falls off. She is naked before him.
She leans. His mouth is pulled to her breast. His mouth engulfs it. Her hand unzips his trousers. His cock jumps out. It is hard...It is black.... It is wet...It glistens. Patricia mounts his thighs. His cock enters her vagina. She climaxes. He keeps thrusting.... She climaxes again.... His cock goes solid.... His sperm shoots firm...The feeling is ecstasy.... She comes yet again.
She kisses and sucks his cock. She cannot stop. He turns her over. He thrusts his cock up her. They cannot stop shagging.
The next morning she is sore.
That weekend she dos not stop riding my cock.
During the week she returns to him for another session. This continues every week. Even on her period she just licks and sucks. Her jaw is sore. She cannot resist him. She just loves sex.
Those sessions continue until I return.
BACK HOME
We are established in the house. It's a lovely day. We are sat on the lawn. Bob comes round. He joins us. Patricia has a miniskirt and gapping blouse on. She's showing her panties. She's smiling that knowing smile.
We enter the house. She stops me. "I would love to see Bob's cock. Suck on it. Make him come," she pants.
"He would die of shock!" I respond.
"Hhummm, I think he may enjoy. I am going to see," she replies.
I go upstairs to the toilet. Patricia goes to join Bob. I take awhile. Patricia is giggling.
I return quietly. I look in the door. Patricia Is kneeling, she is licking his cock. It is so hard!
I come up behind her. Lift up her skirt and pull down her panties. She is soaking.
My hard cock goes up her doggy style. I am shagging her. She is sucking Bob's cock. She is going wild. Bob comes. He screams whilst she swallows his sperm. I am really turned on and I am coming. Patricia is panting like mad. She and I come together. It was lovely.
"I have a job abroad," I announce.
Patricia comes with me.
I am working hard.
Patricia starts to purchase sexy dresses and see-through tops. She gets turned on at the admiring glances. Her breasts have improved. The nipples are larger. They are always erect. She acts very sensual. She acts sexual.
She buys a Polaroid camera. She loves to posse. The pictures increase in raunchiness. She makes me photograph her climaxing. There are pictures of her sucking my cock. She takes photos of us shagging.
Is she bored? What does she need to prove?
We are invited to this party. We are the oldest there. Patricia wears a long, backless evening dress. The neck is elasticized. It firms and pulls up her breasts. Her nipples stay erect.
"My panty line shows...I will not wear any," she decides.
The young men are like bees to a honey pot.
I am talking earnestly to a group. Patricia is dancing. The young men's hands are stroking her bare back. She enjoys this. She is excited.
She finds Seamus exciting. He is dancing with her. Patricia grinds herself into his groin. She feels his penis going hard.
"I have to stop and get a drink," she says.
She walks to the kitchen.
I am still in earnest conversation.
Patricia enters the kitchen. Seamus enters behind her.
They stop.
A couple is having sex on the edge of the table. Patricia is spellbound.
The sight of the cock thrusting into the girl. It is exciting. She cannot move.
Seamus's hand runs around to grasp her breast.
Patricia moves his hand through the arm of her dress until it cups her naked breast. She sighs. She feels soaking wet.
Seamus's other hand moves down the front of her body. It rubs the top of her inner thighs. His hand finds her clitoris. She moans.
