The following is the beginning of my wife's sexual awakening. More stories will follow as I will take you fuck-by-fuck through her journey to slutdom.
My wife Gloria and I dated for a few years before getting married. The fellow who introduced us worked with me as I was his supervisor. She is red-headed, petite, slim, 34B breasts that hid themselves in her everyday dress. To look at her you wouldn't think she was more than an A cup. She dressed conservatively at work and in public, and was pretty shy and quiet normally. She opened up around her friends but they too would describe her as a reserved woman. One of the first things my buddy told me about her, because I thought they were dating, is that they were just friends and he wouldn't date her because she didn't "fuck". He was basically a womanizer and I just figured he was being crass and dismissed the comment.
He introduced us and we started dating. I found out that he was right in that she wasn't sexually active, but that didn't bother me because one of the first things I found out about women was to be patient where sex was concerned. An older woman who I had a summer fling with when I was 19 taught me that. So we dated, did some heavy petting, even got naked which I figured was progress in light of what my buddy told me, feeling I had gotten somewhere with her while he hadn't.
One night after we had gotten engaged, about a month before the wedding, we were into some heavy petting on the couch. Both of us were completely naked and she tells me that she'll go all the way if I have a condom. Well, I was a boy scout and happened to carry a condom in my wallet which I produced and showed her. She disappeared into her room for a few minutes. I sat on the couch not knowing what to do, not wanting to push anything when I heard her calling softly to me, asking if I was going to come to her room.
We all know that sex with someone the first time is a bit awkward in just that you are learning about each other. The first time with her wasn't much different, the look on her face as I pushed my cock into her the first time was priceless, and I was surprised that I actually did take her cherry that evening. Something inside me wanted to believe that she was truly a virgin, but she was 25 and the odds of her actually being one I figured were slim. Not that being a virgin scored extra points with me or anything like that, it was just different with her being as old as she was. After that first night of sex, my new bride-to-be had told me that if she had known sex felt so good, she wouldn't have waited so long to do it. I had to think that bode well for her sexual beginning. We had sex twice more before the wedding.
The wedding was the usual perfect wedding that all women want for themselves and we went to New Orleans for the honeymoon. I had been to the Big Easy several times and was totally enamored of the sexuality of the city. I hoped that this would be the perfect place to mold my new bride's sexual enlightenment. I couldn't have been more right.
Our first day there we walked the French Quarter, stopping in the local clubs to take in the music, she enjoyed the jazz. Of course the drinks were exactly hindering anything. After a day of "touring" we got back to the hotel to do what all honeymooners do. We spent a few hours in bed, she seemed to be more eager to get back to bed after each time we made love.
On the second day we were there we had stepped out to find a place to eat and passed what I knew was a stripper club. She asked me if I had gone to many and not wanting to lie I informed her that being a guy, it was in the handbook to visit those places at least once, especially the new ones that we'd probably never go back too. She got a chuckle out of that and then I caught a certain gleam in her eye which made me ask if she wanted to go inside. She looked at me and then asked if there were just girls dancing or guys too.
Obviously I knew there were at least girls dancing but I offered to walk to the door and look inside to check and was happy to report that there were also men dancing, figuring that would entice her into stepping out of her shell a bit more. She still seemed a bit reluctant but agreed to try it out since she had never been to one before.
The hostess seated us at a table across from each other, the men were dancing behind me and the women behind her so we each got to see what was normally wanted. We had a few drinks before she turned around to check out the women behind her and after another couple of drinks her attention seemed to be totally on the women. I could tell she was getting a bit tipsy and she asked to move to a booth. We got up and moved to a booth closer to the women's stage and she sat on my side with me, totally ignoring the men now.
I had my arm around her shoulders and as she scooted closer to me I allowed my fingers to gently brush her nipple. Each time I did so she seemed to scoot closer into my body as if to give me the okay to continue. I got a little bolder, not knowing how she would react in public, and started to caress and squeeze her titty along with circling her nipple with my fingertips over her blouse. She seemed to release more of her inhibitions as I fondled her and reached under the table to caress my cock through my jeans. I was already hard and her fingers traced the bulge my cock made in my jeans. She drove me nuts by taking her fingers and thumb and gently pinching the head of my cock which made it feel like she was masturbating me. As she pinched, my cockhead would squeeze out from between her fingers and as she opened her fingers my cock would spring back.
